Green light flooded the world and she spun to face Victor and the nasty. Both of them were hurt, blood showing black in the nightvision. The nasty reached up with a hand the size of Victor’s head and dug its claws into his side. Victor howled but still didn’t let go. The nasty pulled him off and flung him away. Victor bounced off a tree and disappeared into the tall grass.
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