EXCERPTA shot scrapes across the Creature’s scalp. Bits of skin and bone splatter. The Creature’s head snaps back, moving in the direction of the impact.Skip stands below. His face is stern, but there is also a trace of a smug smile. The Creature’s reign of terror was short lived. He has put mad thing down.Or, so he thinks. The stern smugness of a solider is soon replace by an expression of pure terror. Again a shadow falls over him.There is a pained expression on the old man’s face, as he drops to his knees, and begins to fire upward.The Creature falls forward. Its mouth opens wide, and its teeth baring down. Its hands are outstretched. Bullets repeatedly strike its hide, but too little effect.To Skip the moment seems endless, and he almost doesn’t move in time. He jumps forward, even as the Creature lands with a THUD. It stands, blocking out the sun behind it. All Skip can see are its smiling sharp teeth.