He waited till it got close. He watched as it followed the clanging of the pan. It walked into the room; he was waiting behind the door for the right moment. The room was dark, he could hardly see, but he could make out its outline. From its saggy fleshly head, all the way to its disgusting toes.

It saw the pan hitting the handle of the window repeatedly 'clang!' 'Clang!' 'Clang!' 'Clang!'. It went towards the window. Its back facing him, leaving open a blind spot that he could take advantage of.

The blunt blade glistened in the quiet night as he silently dashed out towards the fleshy disgust, his footsteps were silent as he aimed the blade for the neck.

He was as silent as he possibly could, nothing could stop the blade coming to severe its neck. Or so he thought until, it dodged the blade slash with mere millimeters but the blade wouldn't miss without taking an ounce of flesh. The blade might have missed its neck but it still cut a side of its forehead.

'It dodged'. His brain took a while to process this sudden inflow of information while his body continued to act on instinct.

It retaliated with a fierce slash upwards with its bloody claws. It slashed at his neck also. He did a back flip just in time to avoid that fatal blow, but the disgusting fiend still managed to harvest blood. Although just a line in his neck. It had cut him, and that was bad.

Both of them missed both fatally serious blows that could incapacitate the other but missed and got nothing more than just a drop line of blood.

By the time his feet touched the floor, the monster ran at him and threw a kick. He bent his body backwards that his head was almost touching the floor. The foot missed him, but it hit the wall behind him and a loud bang could be heard.

'I hope it doesn't alert the others' he hoped to himself as he got ready for the next attack. He threw his short dagger to the floor and brought out his short sword from its sheath which had cleverly been hidden and was hanging by his waist. He brought the sword up just in time as the monster came out of the rubble and gave a devasting blow, he deflected it. And the monsters hand passed by his left side.

This is why he didn't want to face it head on. Its speed is more than triple of his and its strength could only be handled by using a weapon.

It shrieked at him as its left fist headed for his chest. This time he was ready for it. By the time it came, he had already left the blast vicinity.

'Booom' It punched the wall, and another blast could be heard. An opportunity arose, its left hand was stuck in the wall, and it was just retracting its right hand. He could cut them both. He thought as he held the sword with his two hands and brought it down.

Dirty, filthy blood poured out from the wound on its hand. It cried out in agony at the loss of its left arm. Its right arm which was now in position flew at him. He was unprepared for it. He used the sword as a shield. 'Boom'

He flew towards the tables and chairs. He broke a few and bent a few as well. He got up from the floor and arched his body. He didn't want to use it, not now, or ever.

The monster was now acting sluggish after that punch. He had cut the hand and blood. . .filthy blood was rushing out like a fountain.

Losing blood affected its responsiveness. It basically sucked other people's blood to live, what's more when its own blood was wasting on the ground. The youth leant on his sword; he was surprised at how it hadn't break even when he used it as a shield from that blow. Now both human and monster were weak and fatally injured.