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Salvador didn’t consider himself a coward. He was the type of man who ran out of his house when there was a cry in the night, picking up a mallet or something else suitably heavy along the way.
But when the creature roared, wiggling its bulk to widen the soft spot to dig itself out of the ground, he didn’t object when Gia pushed him behind her. The fact he didn’t run away screaming was enough to soothe his masculine pride.
His mind belatedly noted the curled horns atop the creature’s head. It gurgled, dripping saliva from jaws filled with jagged and broken teeth that resembled bone tusks. Fumes emanated from the rotting moss hanging from its head.
“What the hell is that?” he asked as a distinctive ‘ting’ vibrated in the air. A sword had appeared in Gia’s hands, called no doubt by th
