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shindig’s goo stuck to the forest clearing, the Fear slowly dissipating into the air. ghostblade breathed heavily, the bastard being harder to bring down because he kept regenerating.
ghostblade closed his eyes for a second, the strong feelings caused by the Fear fading to obscurity once more. suddenly, he felt a slight prick on his neck and ghostblades eyes shot open.
the spot became numb and stinging and he palmed the side of his neck to feel if something was there. then ghostblade saw the little bits of floating drops of Fear miasma. his eyes widened.
ghostblade glanced back towards the direction of the scientists camp and started forward before stopping. his daughter was there. what if the Fear made him do something and she got caught in the crossfire? ghostblade backtracked and started to run further from the camp before he heard a loud roar and saw a giant jackel-looking alien rising from the trees some ways away.