...The pain came as a crimson trail slithering down the palm of his hand. As fear took over, he became a statue.
The feeling of sharpness was soon withdrawn from his person. Confused, he opened his eye to find the beast lying on the ground, with its purple fur bathed in its own blood and body disfigured.
"Bloody hell!" He muttered as his eyes caught onto the figure who was responsible for saving his life. With this he shook even more. Why!? Of all times... The shadowy figure grinned.
It stepped into the dim lighting to be revealed.