When a living being faced with mortal danger. Their survival instinct had two reactions.
Fight or Flight.
To fight, is to take action against the danger.
To flight, is to take action away from the danger.
The kids and the thugs,
They froze.
For they never truly stand face to face against a creature that stench of death.
Against the stench of death, their body's biological reaction was to freeze, halting the body from getting close to the source of the smell.
But they were already too close.
Death was in front of them.
The fat thug was the first one whose survival instinct finally took action. He was the one who had the most experience when dealing with 'death'.
He chose to fight.
He drew his flintlock pistol, aiming it at death itself. It was the best weapon on his hand, albeit it was just a cheap pistol, scavenged from the battlefield.
BANG
Ctiiiing
Riiiiiiiiiing~
It was a foolish decision. Firing a loud pistol in an enclosed space ended up hurting all of their ears.
It was a foolish decision. Hostile actions against a beast that was not interested in you will only draw its aggression.
It was a foolish decision. Flintlock Pistol did not have enough firepower to damage an individual who was slightly adept at using 'Iron body'.
All the fat thug ended up doing was pissing the beast that had sensitive hearing.
Krrrrk
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The black beast prepped his feet to leap. They latched themselves powerfully on top of the Sewer Crocodile's Carcass.
Blaaark
The Sewer Crocodile's Carcass exploded. Its innards blasted away. The black beast had used it as a platform to leap forward to.
Toward the fat thug.
"Uwaaah"
The fat thug raised his chubby arms, trying to shield himself from the incoming missile. He was also able to focus all of his 'Iron Body' on them, strengthening their defense greatly, turning his arm into iron.
It was a feat he never able to achieve before.
The black beast thrust his arm.
As it made contact with those fortified chubby arms, those arms melted. Or to be accurate they were sliced open, and all the fat stored there, hardened with 'Iron body' poured out of his arm, liquefied.
"GYAAAAA!!"
The pain one felt when their 'Iron Body' broke was multiplied greatly. The pain one felt losing arms fortified with 'Iron Body' was enough to send one into a shock.
But with equal force comes equal reaction.
The black beast's momentum from the leap was yet to be stopped.
So it landed, hands first, into the fat thug's beer belly.
Its hand pierced the belly. Anchoring the beast on the fat thug.
Its momentum sends the fat thug flying. Bouncing violently against the sewer floor and ceiling. Pulverizing all the spine, skull and ribs in his body.
It landed face down on the sewer floor, with the beast buried underneath it. His body convulsed violently. It was the final biological reaction it would have.
The kids and the skinny thug watched in horror.
None of them could utter a single noise.
They watched at the convulsing body with bated breath.
'What happened to the beast?'
They thought.
Deep down, they all hoped. That the beast was killed in that commotion.
Be careful what you hoped for.
A pair of black arms burst out of the fat thug's back, blood bursting out of it. The black arms were now covered in red.
And then came the long haired beast. Its entire body was covered in blood, fat, and guts.
Its victims could only watch as their hope drained out of their body.
"Aaaaaaaah"
The skinny thug's survival instinct finally kicked gear. The scream let out all the stress and nervousness in his system, relaxing his body, allowing it to finally take action.
And he chose flight.
He ran away at full speed. Ignoring any obstacle in his path.
***
Seeing the running thug, the boy was reminded of time in his past. A time where his father was still alive. A time where his parents still cared for him. A time where he was taught how to hunt, so he could protect himself.
'Remember, boy. Never show a predator your back. It will chase and hunt you instead.'
'That guy had foolishly shown his back to the beast. Now, the beast would chase him and we could all get away from here.'
The boy thought to himself.
It was nothing but wishful thinking.
For the beast ignored the running thug. And now the thug was nowhere to be seen.
The beast chose to feast on its latest prize instead, the fat thug. It started its feast from the fat thug's head.
CRACK
It cracked open the head and scooped out his brain. It was quite fond of the juiciness of the brain and its flavor.
The boy fell down on his butt, dropping the two girls he carried on the floor.
"Hahahahah"
The boy laughed. He knew that this was the best moment to run. But he no longer had the strength to even stand. All he could do now was laugh.
The girl froze.
Her mind could not withstand the gruesomeness she just witnessed. Her body, too battered to move. All she could do was deny reality.
And the youngest of them all crumpled.
She was too young to comprehend the brutality of what just happened. But she instinctively knew she had to protect herself somehow.
The fetal position was the only method of protection she knew.
GRUMBLE
Devoid of energy, their stomachs let out one last cry. They desire last supper.
Hearing the grumblings, the beast turned its attention towards them.
It dragged the remains of the fat thug, or what was left of it towards them.
'Fuck this world. Fuck all of it. Why must this happen to me? Why can't we be happy? Fuck…I don't want to die'
The boy cursed the world in his mind.
"Waaaaah"
The girl bawled her eyes. She could no longer deny reality. Death was coming for her.
Unfair.
The youngest of them all watched as the beast approached them with a blank face. Her mind was overwhelmed. It shut itself down so that she wouldn't need to experience the pain of being eaten.
All hope is lost.
So the three miserable kids did what kids do best.
They peed their pants. It was a bodily function they were no longer in charge of.
And the beast stopped its approach.
And it peed itself.