Batsquatches

The size of the claws in his face was so big that it covered every corner of his face, leaving no space out. The nails of the claws dug into far corner of his face, adjacent to the hole in the ear.

Damien must admit that he was lucky. If he didn't have that size of a face, the claws of the monster might be digging into his eyes at that moment, plucking out both his pupils, which would had been more than a sorry story.

He was still in the air, going and going, up and up, high and high in the speed of the monster. At the mercy of the monster.

Unlike the first set of beasts that attacked him, at least he knew what he was up against. Even when the Alphyn came with an assaulting attack, he was well prepared for it. He knew what to expect even though there were dynamics to the straight ambush.

But these set left him speechless. While he was trying to figure out what kinda beast he was up against, he wasn't even given a second to check out. Before he could make a mental judgement, he had