The area around Misty and the beast was utterly and completely silent as though the land itself had quieted down to spectate the fight that was about to occur.
"You think she's got this?" Sandra asked her eyes focused on Misty.
"She's the fastest and physically strongest of us," I replied. "She has a good chance, not to mention she can take a lot more damage than we can, just imagine getting hit by the claws."
I winced. The beast's muscular hands had sprouted claw gleaming claws that shone with the same putrid glow as its eyes. There were long, though nowhere near as long as Misty's whose now looked like curved swords rather than nails.
We waited as the two eyed one another, the beast's mouth open in a snarl while Misty barred her long fangs.
