The balls of red-hot heat comes toward him, and he prepares himself with another inhuman lurch of his body. Bones crack and reconfigure within the squirming mass of slimy leather, groaning in a voice that sounds like two.

They just keep getting closer, one flashing right in front of the other and he inhales noisily in what might be impatience. His foot snaps into place, slamming the hoof down on the ground and blood spatters the ground in thick globs. He has to kill, he must devour that globe of red and oranges, and his impatience is rewarded with some quicker regeneration where it counts.

"You stay here, you die— I can't do this alone, Dígitos, don't force me to leave you!"

One lurching step forward, his body struggling to move forward again.