His Plump Mate
Cronos sees Sinclair getting cornered again and, in pure father style, starts ripping out throats.
“Thanks, Dad!” Sinclair said as she continued fighting.
I turned and saw Gamma John and his little band of misfits coming towards us. “INCOMING!” I screamed, and I went for John.
He runs towards me and leaps, shifting mid-air. Thor wasn’t having it, though. He shifted, and before John hit the ground, Thor ripped his insides out with one bite.
After an hour of fighting, I looked around and saw all the carnage and destruction. This is only a sample of what is to come, and I realized, Ironclaw is not ready.