
𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝔃𝓮
I charge. What is this thing? This creature. Rosie draws back. I slam my foot into it. It grabs it. It throws me into a wall. It turns to Rosie. It charges. I grab its leg. I throw it back. I can't find the weakness, yet. This thing is fast and seems to have pyrokinesis. It jumps back.
"We have a lot of explaining to do if we ever catch this thing." I say.
"Don't worry. I'll cook up something." Rosie smiles.
"I can always count on you for that." I smile.
"Look out!" She yells.
I turn. I dodge it. Its fur straightens and shoots out porcupine quills almost. I grab each one. My eyes turn glowing pink mixed with red. I throw more knives out. It opens its mouth and swallows them. I hear a grinding noise. It shoots the brittles forward. I get in front of Rosie as I block them. They drop.
"We should probably get this out of here." Rosie says.
"It's a lot harder than it looks." I say.
She throws something. A ring? It forms rose vines that grab it. it brings him down.
"Hah! I knew that gift from Mrs. Ellie would be useful." She laughs.
"I am grateful." I say.
I look at it. A slimy spiky tongue shoots out. It grabs my arm. I wince. A vine grabs Its tongue and pulls it back. I grip my arm. Blood drips. It struggles and lets out a dogish whine. Then it fades. It disappears like fog.
"What the?" Rosie puts a hand on her hip.
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