C65 CHAPTER65

With a habitual shake of its head, Fatty's enormous force quickly tore off half of Sylvester's arm, spewing blood in all directions. The other members froze in horror—this was no puppy; it was a monster of massive proportions.

"Attack! Shoot! Kill it!" The members yelled as much to rally their courage as to assist their unconscious teammate, Sylvester.

With a fierce battle cry