There was no countdown, no sound of trumpets to tell them to begin. Instead, it all started with a single arrow and they all seemed to rush forward. The black mass watched them with haunting eyes, a cold buried in their depths that he had come to recognize as death. He understood it when he saw it and it was present in this creature, this mutt.

He darted closer, thankfully not tripping over his leg and making a fool of himself against these stronger and faster warriors. It seemed to lunge at them with a speed he wasn't used to. Only by a stroke of luck did he manage to dart out of the way and avoid its claws. They looked razor sharp, enough that it would leave a nasty scar and a great deal of pain. he couldn't see teeth, but he knew they were there.

Brandishing his knife, he thrust out, trying to side swipe it, but came short. "He's fast! Watch your back!"