"Tactical Retreat" I heard from behind me. It was just Leon, Theodorus, and myself left in the match. I saw The Good Doctor scrambling to pick up Stanislav's rifle. The towering mass was almost upon us. I shot a few times at the beast, and the bullets sunk into its fleshy sides without effect. It had made it to the side of the sand bags, and was looking down at us with black beady eyes. It grabbed at me as I tried to roll away from its titanic hand. I thought I was clear of its grasp until I felt steely fingers wrap around my foot, and squeeze.
My foot pulverized right before my eyes. The bones crunched and broke, and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. I leveled my rifle at the beast's eyes, and pulled the trigger. The rifle jumped to life in my hands, spraying the giant's face with lead. It cried out in pain as it tried to pull out the bullets that were embedded into its skull. It released my foot from its hand, and my leg fell to the floor.
I looked down at my foot, and only saw a bloody mass of tissue. The censors were off, but I still felt the pain. The beast was roaming blindly about the Coliseum. Swinging at random objects, and people. This thing was almost finished. Goodbye foot...Hello 5 grand.
