It took hold of the shaft of the bolt and yanked it out with a savage tug, and a fountain of blood spurted out from the creature''s chest as the barbed broadhead mutilated the monster''s insides as it was extracted. Bright blood bubbled up and splattered the leaf-speckled dirt path as it coughed violently.


    I hate smart ones, the monster thought. Unless they''re missing their limbs: then they''re pretty entertaining.


    Help... me.


    Oho, so that''s your plan, the monster thought as it dropped the woman without hesistation.


    You were smart to ignore the woman and attempt a second sneak attack from the rear; unfortunately for you, you made the foolish decision of trying to kill me, the monster thought with a sneer.


    I''ll tear through him as he draws his weapon. If he survives, I can play with him for a while, the abomination thought gleefully.


    Huh?