A chill ran down Lennon's spine and he didn't know how, but he'd somehow managed to build a sweat even under water. Not that you could blame him given the current situation he was in.
The cursed thing had managed to bite into his arm and take out a good chunk of skin with it.
He watched with a mix of amazement and disgust as it started munching on his arm meat right in front of him like it was the delicacy of a lifetime. But he was more pissed than scared right now.
This creature floating before him was giving him a run for his money.
He knew without a shadow of a down that if he let things go on now, he'd surely die. So he needed to end things, now.
Blood sluiced around him.
His blood.
And he could feel a faint tingle in his arm. But otherwise, he wasn't in any pain. Probably due to all the adrenaline pumping in his veins right now.
