The demon wolf’s Affair
Better end this now.
I go faster, so fast it starts to move in slow motion. I grip its purplish face in my fist and crush it, squashing it like a lemon and then I methodically chop it up. Even the chopped tentacles continue to attack, until I have crushed its skull to bits and punched out its reinforced heart. Finally it lies dead at my feet.
To my surprise, all of it starts to disintegrate. Instinctively, I dig my claws into the heart and hold on. The skull, blood, tentacles all disappear as I watch, all except the heart in my fist.