Whatever this thing was
It was fast
You could barely keep pace
The best you could do now was lead it as far away from the doghouse where jelly,jam and Galatea were hiding as you possibly could
The strange man who had released it into the yard was recording the whole thing with his phone
You would soon be backed into a corner
But you had to keep it away from the others at all costs
You managed to keep it busy for a long time but eventually you got pushed into a corner
It was over
You had no room to pounce
And it was too fast too bite
You have finally met your match
All you can do now is face your death head on
But then something happened
Something that not you
Not the thing attacking you
Not even the strange man could have predicted
A a metal kabob skewer pierces the monster’s side
It bellows in agony
You look up to see Trantor in a suit of cardboard samurai armor readying a cocktail sword
The monster attempts to bite Trantor but meets its end as the cocktail sword plunges through its eye and directly into its brain paralyzing it
The monster dies in slow agony it’s brain unable to send the necessary signals to expand the lungs
Trantor removes the cocktail sword from the monster’s corpse flicking the blood off before placing it back in the cardboard sheath
Trantor removes his helmet revealing his mane styled in a chonmage
Trantor’s eyes looked like something out of an old samurai movie
Stern
Unflinching
And
Powerfully focused