“What the hell, Kramen!” Takol asked while shooting the last hole on the Choker’s spine. He was still hanging from the monster’s back, and now he needed not worry about the tails trying to knock him off. The three deadly whips hanged limp behind the enraged hunter.
“Forget him!” Serry screamed from the riverbank. “The Choker’s glowing!”
Glowing? Yes, that was not new. Ybor had told them about the time him and Zack were stuck in the Choker’s cave. How the green ghastly shine, starting from the abdomen, covered the whole body while…
“He’s healing…” Takol muttered. That made sense, given the truckload of dark-matter they had fed the monster. “f**k! I need DM3 up here!”
“His pod is damaged!” Serry screamed back.
“I don’t need his pod, I need him! Toss the little bastard!”
While Serry sea
