And so the creature ran to her at the same supernatural speed, claws reaching for her eyes. She reared her head back and plunged her claws straight at its chest. The creature screeched and backed away.
Freya used a finger to call it forward, taunting it. It gave an ear shattering snarl, and Freya was not prepared for the speed at which it came for her, its claws making contact with her and tearing down her chest.
She screamed at the sharp pain, the searing burn ripping through her. She willed herself not to collapse to her knees, and just as the creature mastered her vulnerable moment, it struck again, but Freya was faster, reaching for another knife and slashing it across the face.
The creature backed away with a screech, and it held one of its clawed hands to its face.
"Let's get this over and done with," Freya said.
