Its movements were not the wild, reckless lunges of a feral beast; instead, it charged with deliberate purpose, eyes tracking Max's every subtle shift in stance, its clawed limbs moving in coordinated strides as though it understood exactly how to breach his defenses.
Black muscles rippled beneath its slick, glistening hide, each step sending clods of earth and gore flying as it bore down on him like a living juggernaut. Yet even as the creature's killing intent roared around him like a hurricane, Max remained calm, his expression hardening into a mask of cold determination.
