The woman almost jumped, nearly striking the man with her pistol. Luckily, she stopped herself.
"Jesus, man. Don't jump at me like that!" She chastised, looking back at the beast.
The car was successfully ripped from the beast; coated in a thick layer of black, gelatinous substance, and various pieces of mutated flesh. As various bullets found their way into its multitude of heads, it began to drag itself away in defeat, leaving a trail of the viscous substance as its heads whined and shrieked in pain.
"Looks like we successfully managed to make it sad."