"Johnny!" thought Walter as he saw the action from the corner of his sight. His face paled, and a gust of air escaped from his lips as he couldn't afford to turn his sight toward the figure of his foster son.
The sword in his hand slipped from his hand as he lost balance after executing a deep slash toward the creature in front of him. The result of his own attack ended with his own disarmament, with a small dent as the only damage he had managed to deal with the creature.
The monstrosity was shaped in a form similar to an elephant that had been doped by steroids, with fur spreading in every inch of its body, and a two massive pair of sharp defense that was shaped in a strange circle.
Walter couldn't help but feel as though he had been cornered. His blood kicked in his vein, and the experience of having fought through many dangerous battles kicked in.
