C418 Bone Armor

Cold sweat slid down Cha's cheeks, passing over three gashes that made his facial muscles spasm. Those wounds were the handiwork of the beast before him, which had aimed for his neck. Fortunately, his quick reflexes had saved him from decapitation.

"He's incredibly strong, and his animal instincts make it nearly impossible to land a hit on him, preventing me from drawing his blood