The smile on his face was maniacal. To Cadence, he looked like something out of a Batman comic strip. He drew his hands up deliberately, taking his time, as Cadence tried to decide how best to engage him, when a gust of wind seemed to blow him right over, and the next thing she knew, he was laying on the ground about five feet away from where they’d been standing, Elliott on top of him. “Shoot it!” he demanded, as he struggled to get his hands in position to decapitate it.

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