Despite the tales of their speed and strength, I can already tell this one has diminished ability. Sickly and slow. I manage to drag a nearby sharp-ended stick from near me as it makes for another lunge. So consumed with terror and functioning on sheer will to survive and adrenaline, I raise it to fend it off and jump forward to give it purpose and purchase. Knowing that sitting and waiting won't do me any favors.
I'm completely blank in thought and reacting on sheer instinct only as I pierce its grotesque body low in the abdomen and am sprayed with black sticky gunk and deafened by a high-pitched squeal before it comes down heavily on top of me.
I don’t have time to counteract his weight and am dragged down, his claws grappling at me even while impaled, and I have to try again to wrestl
