The lab was a wild mess, with red lights blinking and dark, moving shadows everywhere. In the middle, the creature moved wildly, showing how much it hurt. Its loud, psychic scream was always there, pushing down on everyone, making it hard to breathe or think.
Draven didn't give up. He stood strong, his big armor making noise from the effort and he yelled back at the pain he couldn't see. "I don't care what you are!"
He didn't let the slow feeling stop his body. With a powerful burst of warrior spirit, he rushed forward once more. He didn't try to kill it this time. He wanted to take it apart. He swung his big sword in a wide, flat cut.
The sword hit the middle of the creature, cutting deep.
Draven felt like he had won for a moment, but that feeling was wrong.
