Tracey moved to one side as Timmy leapt at her. It was a movement of pure reflex: in her head she still felt overawed by the concept that this was all unreal and that very soon she would be killed.
The movement took the beast by surprise. Its scything arms were aimed at Tracey’s throat, but missed their target and only one claw sliced through the flesh on her forearm. Its body fell to the floor before swiftly righting itself.
The snarl was loud and angry.
It’s claws and teeth rent the air as it steadied itself for the kill.