Growl.
The sound rises from the spot where those crimson eyes gleam. There's an indescribable hunger in it, a promise that I'm next on the menu. My grip tightens on the scythe—so tight it hurts. Oh wait, my life actually does depend on it…
The dark bushes shudder, and from them steps a creature black as night. It's nothing I've ever seen before. Shaped like a cat, but bigger—much bigger—and with fangs so long they could belong to something born from nightmares.
"Piss off! I'm armed and dangerous, and I'm not afraid to use this… scythe! I'll slice and dice you into pieces, you stupid cat!" The words burst out of me before I can think. Fear is doing the talking here. My courage has never been high—I was always the type to run—until the system started reshaping me.
At least now I can stand and speak. In the past, I'd probably have let my shaky legs give out and allowed the creature to have its meal.
But today… I'll fight. To my last breath.
