The beast sharply turned in that direction. The scent of food was always irresistible to a hungry man, and vampires no matter how much they had taken were always hungry.
Its bloody red eyes laid on Victor, and then it sniffed the air, "not good enough!" he whispered, before turning around. However, that slight moment of its pause was all Squatterbloat needed. He jumped down from the small hill of chairs, bringing down with him the Chainsaw like it was the judgment from the gods. His aim was the beast's hand holding the crying Chubin.
With the force the chainsaw fell with, it was no wonder the wrist of the beast was cleanly cut off, freeing Chubin. The beast growled loudly, kicking Squatterbloat away like he was a ragged doll.
Squatterbloat was sent flying across the church like a stone propelled from a catapult. His chainsaw fell to the ground. Meanwhile, Amelia helped Adria up albeit with difficulty, "Adria! are you alright?" She asked.
