“God, it’s massive,” Rob slowly uttered the hushed words.

The savage dropped down to the garden below, its feet crashing and shaking the ground in its impact. The gray giant stared silently at each of them, its terrifying crimson eyes looking with a hunger so primal that it seemed out of place in this or any century where man dominated the earth.

Something else flickered in its red eyes which shocked the Texan, who himself was not easily surprised, yet he was entirely unprepared to find this one attribute in such a powerful savage. Behind those eyes was the spark of the sharp and keen intelligence of man.

A black tongue slithered slowly from its gray lips, slabbering its onyx skin and gray fur in saliva.

“You two!” Elijah shouted sharply, “Keep your distance.”

“The offerings have been made - rightly paid in full - now you stand afraid ready for slaughter - like sheep of wool.” the giant beast's voice boomed between savage growls, its every word shaking the Texan’s ear.

Elijah felt his heart race and his palms sweat.

“What offerings are you talking about monster!” he yelled.

In an instant, the Hulking beast was in the air, leaving the ground shaking and a sound like savage thunder throughout the bloody garden.

Elijah quickly leaped to safety, landing and rolling in the dirt, and then, quickly raised his gun and started to utter a chant to take the monster down. The giant werewolf slammed Its huge hands on the ground where Black once was, missing its target but providing a clear demonstration of its strength to the gunslingers.

“Fire!” Elijah yelled.

They all fired and sent a blaze of fire from all directions straight at the gray demon’s head. The beast quickly raised its giant arm and shielded itself from the flames, its thick gray hair barely burning for a second before becoming extinguished.

“Why isn’t it burning,” yelled Rob,

Its crimson eyes slowly swept across each of the Gunslingers, it’s savage mix of fangs and molars twisting into a sadistic smile.

“Shit,” Elizah gasped, her eyes wide.

The werewolf's giant hand raised swiftly into the air, its claws poised like giant scythes and casting a shadow that crossed half the garden, as they prepared to strike. The sythes swung with the sound of unsheathing swords, forcing Elijah to jump away yet again to avoid death.

He landed with a roll that the Texan would definitely not call comfortable, quickly but not painlessly getting back to his feet. He aimed his weapon again, the marks on his arms searing with wild flames that traveled to his revolver which became coated in flames.

“Over here!” Elizah fired at the beast to draw its attention.

A gust of cold wind quickly rose and swirled around her, glowing like the runes across her arms as it slithered to her gun. She leveled her weapon, and then suddenly, the icy wind disappeared, replaced by three giant crystal-like spikes that materialized above her and levitated weightlessly in the air.

Elizah squeezed the trigger, sending the frosted blades hurtling at the beast's back. The monster’s shoulders shuddered and turned with the three sharp crystals piercing out its back like the spikes of a hedgehog.

A menacing shadow moved across its face as its crimson eyes stared intensely at the raven-haired woman, its black pupils shaking with murderous intensity.

"I’ll – kill – you – now."

The werewolf's legs sprang and rocketed its giant body towards her, its claws extending with a sound like unsheathing swords.

“What the hell are you doing!” shouted Black, firing at the monster as it leaped.

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It continued to lunge at her, its scythe-like claws swinging and cutting the air like butter. A slower gunslinger would have died there, but Elizah swiftly escaped, relieving the firing Texan, but only slightly.

The werewolf let loose a terrifying howl, a thundering sound louder than anything the gunslingers had thought possible from a living creature and almost deafening the trio.

The crimson eyes squinted under its furrowed brow at Elizah, who had fired another volley of cutting crystals. A flicker of thought crossed the beast's face and it growled softly, and then, as the shards approached it did the unthinkable, grabbing the hurtling ice in its massive gray claws.

Black saw the fear across his daughter's face and sprang dangerously close to the beast, still firing blazes of fire. The fires exploded on the beast’s back and it snarled angrily. It spun, throwing the massive shard like a dagger at the Texan. Black leaped right and the shard, turning two of the statues in the garden to rubble, crashed loudly into the stone wall instead, sticking out like a giant splinter under a nail.

Black breathed deeply, shocked at the speed that the monster threw the object. Had he been slowe- no, now wasn’t the time, he told himself, realizing that both Rob and Elizah watched concerned in the distance.

Rob and Elijah fired round after round into the towering beast, yet the monster dodged them all, leaping up on to and off of walls, which shook with every jump.

“How does that feel you bastard!” yelled Rob.

Both Elizah and Rob had finally hit the beast as it leaped, forcing it painfully down to the ground. Its crimson eye locked onto the Texan’s daughter, an intense focus growing for the woman who had injured it with ice.

“If you have to look at one of us, look here mate,” Rob quickly blocked Elizah from its gaze and leveled his revolver.

The werewolf snarled with a sound like twisted laughter, and then, leaped up into the air, its shadow trailing slowly towards the duo until it was directly above them.

“The bastard,” Rob and Elizah leaped out of the way in opposite directions, avoiding the beasts that crashed down where they had stood.

The beast wasted no time, springing after Elizah like a rabid dog. It repeatedly attacked the dodging gunslinger, who was growing weary with each slash. Statues crumbled as flame, ice and claws filled the garden air.

The beast's attention, as before, stayed fixed on Elizah.

“You're too close!” Rob shouted.

Elijah ignored him, stepping closer and closer, his mind focused on taking as much heat from Elizah as possible.

Anger unlike Elijah had ever known fell on the beast's face and it went into a frenzy. It quickly gathered up the remains of one of the destroyed statues and panted wildly, its grey stomach pulsing in and out as it did. The werewolf raised its hand of statue fragments and threw a hail of stones at Elizah, that shredded everything in its path.

She dived out of the way and a gut-wrenching scream filled the air, and both men yelled with surprise. Elizah whimpered in pain as she landed on the ground clasping a growing red stain on her stomach.

“Move!” Elijah yelled, firing everything he had at the beast.

In one swift and bloody motion, the werewolf lunged and clamped down on Elizah, holding the woman in a vice-like grip between its countless fangs and dragged her kicking and screaming into the air.

A growing pool of blood gathered on the ground, trailing and dripping down from the wounded woman.

Elijah went numb, unable to move, his eyes locked on Elizah’s arm swinging from the werewolf’s bloody mouth.