John stood panting, hands on his knees as he struggled to gain his breath. On the other side of the cargo bay James was in a similar physical state. Gravity had been restored to Impaler and with it, a renewed determination in some of its crew to resist. Chief amongst these was the creature stood between them now. The immense and somewhat imposing figure of the vicious Enim, Losk. The Enim was covered in numerous bloody gashes and stumbled slightly as he shifted his stance. He had grossly underestimated the abilities of the two men. They were unlike any humans he’d faced before. He remained as confident as ever though and taunted them: “Come closer pathetic sons of Adam. Let me rend you limb from limb and lick the blood from your severed necks.” “I like my limbs where they are, thanks.” James quipped in return. “What is it going to take to kill this thing?” he grumbled to John. “More than you have, pathetic human runt,” Losk sneered. Despite his wounds he retained his fearsome presence. “We could just wait till it passes out from blood loss,” John suggested conversationally. He was a son of GOD and did not fear Losk. The worst the beast could do was return him to Heaven early.
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