Despite the situation, Angela noticed her senses sharpening amidst the darkness of the night and smoke. The light provided by the stars and moon was minimal; despite that, she could clearly see the weird movements within the smoke. Not only that, the massive pile of destroyed corpses inside of it.
Before returning to her original position, Angela took a glimpse at Bruce, only to find him covered in blood and the monster's flesh from his neck downward. His breathing was haggard, but whenever a monster appeared, he would swing his fists like a machine and kill them in a single attack. He looked like a monster himself…
"Took you long enough…" Bruce said while trying to catch his breath. "Shit, why do I always end up looking like this?"
