As it descended, it opened it’s maw wide and screamed at Ronan. It wasn’t the sound Ronan had heard before. It was the roaring hiss of a fire dampened with water. Sparks rained onto Ronan’s shoulders.
He could feel how it hated him. How it hated Kavinsky, too. How it hated the world.
It was so hungry.
Kavinsky looked at Ronan, his eyes dead. “Try to keep up, Lynch.”