[i][b]Guts - Leviathan's Belly[/b][/i]

Of all the creatures inhabiting the leviathan's belly, the legged shark packs were arguably the most fearsome and noble. Wild predators unbound by things like anatomical constraints, these were an apex predator to be reckoned with. This particular pack of four was adept at hunting down lost wanderers who found themselves trapped in this infernal sack; their leader bore a scar over his eye.
One's face fell in half down the middle as Guts dropped down, chopping the beast into a pair of oversized fillets. Their pack leader defeated, the remaining three leaped in for a three pronged attack, only to have a horizontal swing slice their jaws and torsos in twain. Guts speared a half, and toted it back to the fire he'd built out of planks ripped from some boat called the Mary something or other.
The Black Swordsman licked his lips as juices and grease ran down, searing the flames. The Brand was going off like crazy nonstop, but he was pretty sure that wasn't demons so much as this entire dimension in general. On the other hand, he was curious as to what other salvage he'd find. At the very least, he'd eat this shark before staging his escape.