Jack was running as fast as his legs could carry him. The loud clinking and whirring of gears grinding together was right behind him. Jack decided to face his fear of getting brutally torn apart by this beast. He turned around while simultaneously unsheathing his sword that was on his belt and swinging it as hard as he could. A dark liquid started coming out of the monster’s head and it started to run away. It was finally over. Jack was panting from running so hard and so far, but he was overjoyed that he had injured the beast. But he knew it would be back for him. If it didn’t die of so much oil or blood loss. Or with it being injured someone else might take advantage of its weakness and kill it for Jack before it came back.