Anwyll wiped the thrasher's blood from his face and spat as the giant body in front of him fell to the ground.
He stared at the corpse for a moment, then clicked his tongue in dismay.
The thrasher had once been a very tall man. The mutation made him even larger, with legs powerful enough to probably kick a person's head clean off. That was what Anwyll deduced from its size.
Anwyll had spent a fair amount of time trying to pin it down, and it hadn't gone down without a fight. He had the injuries to prove it, though they weren't too grave.
"I wonder how you ended up like this," he muttered, his tone placid. "Either way, I hope you find peace now."
He leapt onto a roof and scanned his surroundings. To the right was Kiah, and to the left, Naya. Kiah hadn't reported any sightings, but her sudden silence was concerning. It was safe to deduce that she had run into trouble.
Naya, on the other hand, had reported two separate sightings and was clearly in a tight spot.
