Angel ♡ Eyes

♡Chapter 30

Tentacles swing down at the same time claws slash in Butch's direction. He found another large stick that he's been using as a sword and shield. The dirt beneath his feet turned to mud as sprinkle of the beasts drool land in heaping's on the ground. It's a battle of dodging, ducking, and swinging. God, how Butch wished the stick was a sword. It'd be so much more easier to cut off a tentacle, stab the creature, and BOOM! No more fighting.

Adrenaline fueled his attacks. He was high on his own disbelief and excitement. Brick shot the thing right in what Butch assumed to be the beats ass. That didn't do much other than turn the creature into an even angrier monster.

Blake jumped onto the things back, reaching around and ramming the butt of his gun between the creatures eyes.

"SHIT!" Buttercups yell was like the sound of drums signaling the arrival of death. "THE THING HAS A TAIL! BRICK WATCH YOUR SIX!"

Immediately following her warning, Bricks shout of pain nearly shattered Butch's eardrums. Something in the shadows swings towards Butch. It narrowly avoids his head, but lands close enough for him to make out the spikes that poked out of a long fluffy tail.

Butch cursed under his breath and rolled to the side away from the beast. Buttercup dropped down to the floor beside him. Her eye glowed with an eerie green hue as she scanned the monster head to toe. "There's a weak spot on it's underbelly," She stated.

Blake let out a yell as the beast threw him off its back. He landed face-first into a mud-puddle created by the monsters drool. "FUCK! IT GOT IN MY MOUTH!"

Buttercup snorted--a sound Butch would of gladly eaten millions of monster snot to hear again. Her eyes widened. She jumped on top of Butch--rolling them away from a tentacle that came crashing down beside them. Butch jumped to his feet. He raised his stick in the air and charged towards the creature, letting out a loud yell.

"YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE A BATTLE CRY AFTER EVERY SINGLE ATTACK!" Brick shouted. "THAT RUINS THE ASPECT OF THE ELEMENT OF SUPRISE!"

"BRICK WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT WATCHING YOUR SIX!?" Buttercup shot back.

Once again, Brick found himself being swatted away like fly by the creature's tail. He sat on his knees, hunched over wheezing for the air that was knocked out of him.

"BRICK!" Buttercup gasped. "TENTACLE COMING RIGHT AT YOU! WATCH YOUR THREE!"

Brick rose an arm above his head to block the swing headed to him from the right. A tentacle wrapped around his forearm, clamping down and dragging him into the air. Brick screamed—both in pain as the suction bore into his skin, and with fear as he went parachuting through trees without a parachute. He was thrown against a stump, his head hitting the floor hard.

"Shit." He sucked in a breath, reaching up to touch the open wound on his head. His eyes widen at the bubbled skin on his arm from the suction of the tentacle. "BUTTERCUP! WHEN I SAID BE OUR FUCKING EYES! I MEANT BE OUR FUCKING EYES! DONT TELL ME AFTER IT HAPPENS!"

"FUCK OFF! I'M MULTITASKING FOR FOUR PEOPLE!" Her reply back was sharp. If words could kill Brick was certain he'd have knife marks over his whole body. "BLAKE, ON YOUR NINE!"

Blake spun to his left, shooting a few bullets at the claw that attempted to slash at him. He wiped away the mud that rolled down his face—cringing at the slime coating it created.

Butch slid underneath the creature as one would if they were sliding to home plate in a baseball game. Sticking with the baseball analogy, Butch swung his stick like a bat at the monsters legs, knocking the beast to the ground.