“Henry gripped the axe handle and wiggled it free. The monster dropped to the ground and roared. Gathering his last vestiges of strength, Henry swung the axe at the sound. The monster grabbed Henry’s arm that held the weapon and twisted. A loud crack of bone accompanied Henry’s pain-filled scream. The axe slipped to the floor. Henry faced the monster and stared into its evil, soulless eyes. The fiend’s jaws opened. Its tongue slid across sharp teeth. Though he dreaded.”
