The beast's gaze settled on Gatti, its eyes narrowing as it took in the sight of the sword.
It seemed to understand, in some primal, instinctive way, that Gatti was the bigger threat.
It let out a guttural roar, its fangs bared in a vicious snarl as it lunged forward, its claws tearing at the ground as it charged.
Haze shook his head in pity of the beast. Should have come to me instead. He muttered under his breath.
Gatti's right hand was still occupied with the glow that illuminated the cave, his left hand shot out, his palm glowing with a malevolent black energy that seemed to writhe and coil like living shadows.
The beam of darkness arced through the air like a lance of pure malevolence, slamming into the beast's chest with enough force to knock it off its feet.
The creature let out a howl of pain, its body tumbling end over end as it crashed into the far wall of the cave.
