It stood nearly 4 meters tall, black as tar, its body hairless, its skin wet and tight like overboiled flesh.
Its head was the size of two mashed heads put together. Its teeth were six inches long, jagged like bone shards. The eyes were pure white-ghostly, sickly, unreadable.
Its arms hung behind it at an unnatural angle. Each one nearly two meters long from shoulder to fingertip, hidden by the balcony's guardrail.
Victor squinted.
An uncanny anorexic bastard, he thought.
Then he noticed something.
The creature propped its two arms to an upward position from its original low hanging one.
Its left hand held an old man, dressed in tattered holy robes — wrapped in a black, coagulated cocoon. The only part visible was his face.
His mouth had been covered. His nose had been left free.
Smart.
Very smart.
From the creature's point of view, its right hand propped the priest up over the balcony slightly, before stretching its left hand out making a gun like gesture with its hand before its sharp steel like nails stretched out 2 meters in front of the priest body, covering his body in a 3 wire mesh.
'This bastard is smart enough to take a hostage and threaten them'
Victor smiled before saying
"U-uh go ahead..? I don't know him. I don't like priests anyway."
The priest's eyes widened, full of betrayal. He gave a look like, "You little motherfucker."
Victor didn't care. He'd always known he was odd and different from the average person. Wrong, even.
He turned around, facing away from the creature. Then, with a single hand, he pulled down his braies.
The sheathed sword, still roped to his chest plate, bounced slightly against his back.
"This is the most amount of shit I give."
He let loose. Again.
'This should piss it off even more'
He pulled his braies up — quick like thunder and turned 180 to face the creature on the balcony.
It was then he observed the 2 meter long steel like nails rescind to 6 inches long.
Victor counted:
Three seconds to retract. One second to fully extend again.
'Noted.'
It was then the overdue adrenaline and the random psychosis victor had when he entered disappeared and he returned to his normal self. If you could even call him normal.
W-Why did I provoke this thing so much? It was scared of me! I could've just smashed a window and left! The anorexic demon would've let me go!
The cold sweat returned, the Goosebumps came back.
Victor watched the creature toss the priest back onto the balcony without harming him.
Then it dropped into a low, unnatural squat.
'oh h-hmm… Uh—AA HOLY o-hh F-FUCKKK! That cretin is getting ready to p—'
BOOM!
The Wendigo pounced.
Its eyes burned with bloodlust. Its claws and teeth were itching for blood. And the stench of excrement in its sacred domain had finally pushed it over the edge.
If anybody had observed this duel between the tin can idiot and anorexic demon, they wouldn't take any of them serious.
And yet
The Wendigo and Victor shared something in common for once.... a mutual thought.
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~ A loud screeching noise echoed in Victor's ears.
It took him a second to realize the sound was coming from his own gauntlet — the metal vibrating violently, scratching against the hilt of his sheathed sword.
His hand was trembling. Badly. The friction had created a high-pitched metallic scream.
He gazed back up.
He was 20 meters from the balcony.
The Wendigo had already cleared half that distance in one second.
It would reach him in one more. "OH SCREW THIS!"
Victor bolted.
He sprinted toward the massive, fallen wooden rafter, jumping mid-stride as he unsheathed his sword.
Victor made a quick glance behind him before redirecting his arming sword which was around 110cm long towards the ground.
His intention was to get a sharp boost in speed to get away from the landing zone where the wendigo was going to land at. A sharp CHING! sounded and the vibration from hitting stone travelled back up the sword and through his body, He had faith in the sword's durability to withstand hitting stone as it was not — normal steel but he didn't expect it to not have some shock absorber.
"Shitty fucking magical blacksmith," he hissed.
In a slight murmur before being thrown slightly above the fallen wooden rafter that lay in the middle of the churches middle path.
The launch worked barely. He was hurled just high enough to clear the fallen rafter.
The wooden rafter was 2ft thick, 10 meter long, 1 meter high, it lay flat on the church floor like a plank of wood, crushing rows of pews beneath it.
As his airtime suddenly lessened he fell into a somersault roll and stopped roughly abit in front of the wooden rafter.
Victor's heart started racing, his blood pumping through every vein, he could feel his veins ready to burst, was it backlash from the swords ability? He didn't know, All he knew was it could be used 3 times in total and now he had 2 uses left.
A quick glance over his shoulder while he was still in a roll landing position did he lay flat when he noticed the creature dash forward.
Its arm shot forward, claws out.
The nails once 6 inches, extended to 2 meters again in a blink.
With the arm itself already two meters long, the nails extending another two made the slash almost impossible to escape.
'Two-meter arms and another two meters of nails?'
"Cheating rat" he said in a petty demeaner.
Its wrist twisted, shoulder locked, and the arm executed a wide horizontal slash... a three-pronged wire mesh attack.
The first two nails arced over the rafter, missing Victor by inches.
The third skimmed the beam's surface, shaving off 1/3 of the top layer like it was slicing butter.
Victor, still in a lying position, froze for half a second.
Then~
Three steel nails whistled through the air above his head.
FWWWWPT! FWWWWPT! FWWWWPT!
He felt the wind of them pass ~ sharp, hungry, and personal.
Victor stared up at the church's ceiling as he lay flat on the cold stone floor.
"…I'm gonna die," he whispered.