The large different kind's shrieking was interrupted as it rolled twice on the ground before finally standing up. Malin, who had already reloaded his shotgun, saw its battered face.
It's not dead, a true Undead indeed. Even with its entire lower jaw smashed, it could still move.
"Child, that is not your prey!" the Paladin from the Church of Justice imbued his longsword with the effect of a holy weapon and then strode toward the gigantic different kind charging at him.
Malin shook his head—everything about the Church of Justice's Paladin was admirable except for his tendency to steal the spotlight. Malin could confirm that, despite its enraged state, the different kind hadn't sped up at all. It was just a dumb brute. Without speed, it was nothing more than a target.
And yet, he went straight on to face the monster.
