"Isabel, I need you to check on Gracie. Make sure she's still breathing."
Isabel didn't move immediately. Her tear-streaked face was pale, and her fingers knotted into the fabric of her apron. "But Master... taking on that thing alone? It's too big. You can't possibly survive without backup!"
"Just trust me. Let me handle this. I even got a consultant on my side, isn't that right, Kitty?" Kurt glanced up at his shoulder where the white cat sat watching the beast with narrowed, glowing blue eyes.
*Meow*
The furball didn't answer back and began to enthusiastically lick its paw as if it had no part in the conversation.
"Really?" Kut stared blankly at him.
*SCREEEECH!!!*
In the distance, the giant centipede monster was already forcing its massive body back up from the crater. The deep slashes Kurt had delivered were smoking with green, acidic vital fluid, and its massive mandibles clicked together in a frenzy of pure, unadulterated malice.
"Isabel! Move! Now!"
