Fall of the mockingbird

“Ignis!”

Lester casted the spell as the others ran with him. The fire spurted out of his hand, sent hurling in the air, but the demonic effigy shook it off in one wave.

It came to meet them.

Naturally they scattered from the monster as it whizzed in the middle.

They ran around, their weapons aimed at it. Upon pulling the firing pin, it evasively rolled and arched. Their bullets were wasted and jetted in the air.

Their feet dug on the ground as they jammed to stop. Their eyes monitoring the sky. The monster swirled around them.

“We’re not going anywhere if this continues.” Boston commented.

The monster dived and landed. Its wings swing on them and the torrenting wind sent them flying all over places.

The monster came at the groaning Lester.

“Oh, fuck.”

Upon seeing it coming after him, Lester quickly rose and ran.

The monster’s pace was bigger than Lester, hence, he was caught by its grasp. The huge hand clung on him hard. Lester struggled to breath.