Blood splattered from the creature’s head, its mouth gaping wide open right in front of Spartacus’s face. Suddenly stopping before it can even take a bite, though the lad had his weapon on its teeth, they were certain it was not the cause for its abrupt halt.
The lad’s weapons crossed, shielding him from jagged incisors wishing to snag a chunk out of him, leaving the being’s hands free to grab hold of him, yet they were now slumped on the ground, unmoving.
“What the f**k?”
The fellow shouts in utter disgust, because its drool mixed with the red liquid, making it stream out of it, causing the guy to get smothered in the oozing fluid.
It was the only thing on the guy’s mind at that point, as he couldn’t care anything less about his surroundings because of the weight being put on him.
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