Andrew was enormously relieved as Angel was able to get up and he scrambled away. He hadn't hurt her.


The problem was, he hadn't been able to hurt the creature either. It was of little comfort that they're was someone in the world Andrew could touch without draining, when that was the one person he had wanted to exhaust. His greatest weapon was no weapon at all. The creature had all the brute force on his side.

Angel at least had speed and agility.

But as Andrew got to his feet and watched her fresh attack, his heart sank. She was hurt, her leg. She would press on despite it, he knew that without a doubt. But how could they end this now? So she could get off that leg, so he could drink some water, so they could all get to healing?

Two. Perhaps that really was their greatest advantage. Two against one sent the creature fleeing.

Andrew needed to press that, but stay out of arms reach, and out of angel's way.

Andrew started throwing rocks. Not the little pebbles that bounced off the creature's hide. Stones, which made the creature close his lips over his teeth, squint his eyes, and duck his head.

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The monster could not even scream at them anymore. His big open mouth had been too easy a target for those river rocks assaulting him. He struggled to breathe through his nose, swat away rocks, dodge weapon attacks, and ignore his wounds from where the weapon had made contact. 

Overwhelmed he backed to the riverbank. He tried to make his way around the part of the tree washed up on the bank, to let the water carry him farther down stream. To carry him away from these attacks. Away from these people. Away from the pain.

But Andrew rushed behind angel and threw Rick's from the other side of the tree so the monster couldn't get there. A muffled roar escaped him.

Andrew watched Angel, they had him pinned. She would be able to take him from here, and hopefully Andrew wasn't in the way.