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Smoke and dust filled the air. The wet, grinding sound of chewing echoed across the silent battlefield like nails on a chalkboard.
Luke, Brando, and Lionel all stopped firing at the sa ti. They kept their weapons raised, eyes locked on the center of the haze.
A tall, skinny silhouette slowly erged from the swirling dust.
He wore a tattered wide-brimd hat and a long, filthy coat covered in stains.
When he finally stepped clear and they saw him up close, Lionel couldn't hold back.
"Jesus Christ, that thing looks like abstract art."
It was a twisted, hideous face.
Gray-white skin stretched over deep grooves and folds. Where a nose should have been, there were only two black holes. His mouth split into an unnatural, too-wide grin as he chewed slowly and deliberately.
In one clawed hand he held the severed arm of a deford tribesman—already half-eaten.
The C4 hadn't killed him. It had just whet his appetite.
Up on the bone throne, the tribe leader threw his head back and laughed like a madman. He spread his arms wide, voice thick with twisted joy.
"My child! My masterpiece! Go! Tear out their guts and bring them to your father!"
The monster seed to understand. He casually tossed the half-eaten arm aside and raised his head. Those empty, emotionless eyes swept across the three n at the edge of the crater.
Then the coat on his back suddenly flared open.
A pair of massive, rotting bat-like wings unfurled from his spine—four to five ters across. The leathery mbranes stretched taut as they caught the wind.
"He can fucking fly?"
Brando's face went pale. He realized instantly they'd lost the high ground.
The creature didn't give them ti to think. His legs coiled and he launched upward, the huge wings snapping once with a thunderous crack. He shot straight into the sky.
"Open fire!"
Luke roared.
"Thump-thump-thump-thump!"
Lionel's M60 scread again, the long belt of ammo whipping through the air as he poured rounds into the sky. Luke and Brando joined in, focusing their fire on the winged monster.
But the thing moved like a nightmare in the air—impossible to track, darting and twisting through the hail of bullets.
It banked hard, slipped the barrage, then folded its wings and dove like a missile.
It wasn't going for Lionel with the heavy machine gun. It wasn't going for Luke.
It was diving straight at Brando, who was still reloading.
"Watch out!"
Luke shouted and tackled Brando to the ground.
A split second later a dark shape whistled past their heads and slamd into the dirt where they'd been standing. A bone shuriken—sharp as a razor and still trailing dried tendons—stuck quivering in the ground inches from Brando's face.
Brando stared at it, breathing hard.
"It's smart. It's going after the biggest threat first."
"Bro, maybe don't pat yourself on the back right now," Lionel snapped, swinging the M60 toward the sky and unleashing another burst.
The monster didn't press the attack. It landed on a tall rock formation overlooking them, wings half-folded, looking down like a predator studying its prey.
It tilted its head slowly, almost curious.
Then it took a long, deep breath through those black nostril holes—savoring the scent of fear.
Its gaze suddenly locked onto Lionel. For the first ti, sothing like raw hunger flashed in those empty eyes.
It had slled sothing special on him.
"Hey, ugly. What the fuck are you staring at? Never seen a pretty boy before?"
Lionel felt the stare but instead of fear he grinned and flipped the creature off.
That seed to decide things.
The monster let out a piercing shriek and launched itself off the rock, wings beating hard as it dove straight for Lionel with terrifying speed.
"Perfect! I'm gonna turn you into Swiss cheese, you ugly bastard!"
Lionel didn't back down. He braced the M60 and aid right at the incoming shadow.
Luke and Brando moved to flank it, creating a crossfire.
But just before they could pull the triggers, the creature folded its wings mid-air like living shields.
"Bang-bang-bang!"
Bullets slamd into the leathery mbranes. They didn't pierce—they dented and deflected, sending rounds ricocheting in every direction.
The monster rolled in the air, twisted at an impossible angle, and ca in from Lionel's blind side.
It happened in a blink.
"Lionel!"
Brando scread.
Razor-sharp claws punched straight through Lionel's back and out his chest.
At the exact sa mont, Lionel moved with shocking speed. He dropped the machine gun, spun, and grabbed the monster's arm with both hands, locking it in place.
"Now! While it's stuck!"
The creature clearly hadn't expected a human to survive being impaled and still fight back. Its rhythm broke for a split second.
Luke didn't waste it. He closed the distance in two strides, revved the chainsaw, and swung upward with everything he had.
"Grrrnch!"
Sparks flew as the enchanted chain tore through bone and flesh. The monster's entire arm ca off at the shoulder in a spray of black blood.
Luke pressed forward, driving the spinning chain straight at the creature's chest.
But the monster's remaining wing snapped out like a whip. He shot backward through the air, barely avoiding the killing blow. The chainsaw still grazed his torso, knocking him off balance. He crashed hard onto the ground fifteen ters away.
Lionel looked down at the gaping hole through his chest—front to back—and spat blood.
"Motherfucker. Not the new shirt again. This one's completely fucked."
Luke and Brando quickly moved to cover him, weapons trained on the monster struggling to its feet in the distance.
"Is it dead?"
Brando asked, voice tight.
Luke shook his head.
"Not even close."
The monster rose slowly, swaying. It touched the stump where its arm used to be and the deep gash across its chest, letting out a low, guttural growl.
Then it opened its mouth. A long, barbed tongue shot out like a whip, wrapped around a nearby corpse, and dragged it close. The monster bit down hard and began tearing into the dead flesh with wet, savage sounds.
Right in front of them, its wounds started knitting together at an unnatural speed.
"It's healing by eating!"
Brando shouted.
"Then don't let it eat!"
Luke poured psionic energy into the chainsaw. The blade roared louder, flinging off gore as it spun faster than ever.
He glanced at Lionel.
"You still good to fight?"
Lionel yanked two bone knives from his belt, then picked up the severed monster arm from the ground. A vicious grin spread across his face.
"I'm gonna show this freak what a real curse feels like."
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