The stone Tsukuma towered above Shin, its face carved with apathy, save for the one emotion it was ever cursed to feel: killing intent. Its dark, hollow eyes locked onto Shin like a predator stalking a broken prey.
Shin, despite the blood loss soaking through his bandaged side, was already scrambling for his firearm, fingers fumbling with the cold steel though deep down, he knew bullets wouldn't do a damn thing to something like this. Still, he wasn't going down without trying.
The creature crouched with impossible speed. For something as titanic as it was, it moved with the reflex of a beast born for war.
