"Get your men back!" Blaze yelled as he trotted out the gateway of the abandoned maximum-security prison. The captain of the squad signaled the 50-or-so men of his betalian to retreat from the entrance. The heavily-armed soldiers positioned themselves behind the barricade of cars as the earth began to shake beneath their boots. A howl derived from Hell erupted from the dark, a first of anger and bloodlust. Blaze leapt onto the capuche, hotte of an SUV just as the creature charged from the exit tunnel of the prison.
The monster could have been mistaken for a rhino, accept it was 11 feet long and shrouded in a manteau of scales the same shade as the sand beneath its clawed-feet. A horn as long as a grown man sprouted from its snout. Rage filled its glowing red eyes, devoid of any sanity. 
"Disparar (Fire)!" The captain ordered. The muzzles of 50 AK-47s emitted brass bullets with the power of lighting and the beat of a downpour. But in vain where the strikes as they ricocheted off the beast's armor. Angered par the nuisance, it released another below of fury. The giant pawed the sand and charged at the truck directly ahead of it. Dipping its head, the monster's tusk hook the car and flipped it into the air. It spun back and hurtled toward the ground.
The beast reeled back as the totaled truck fell and exploded on impact with the ground, letting out a squealing roar. 
Another round of bullets erupted from the ranks of shocked, rattled, obedient soldiers. The beast dug in its heels and stampeded toward the suivant closest SUV. It skidded to a stop as Blaze thrust a mur of flame vers l'avant, vers l’avant from where he stood on the hood. 
The air behind the beast shimmered, and two individuals, sweating and panting from the exertion of luring the beast through and out the tunnel, appeared.
"Blaze!" Seeker shouted, releasing his sister's hand. The fire-caster dropped the mur of a feu and threw a length of nylon rope over the scaled creatures to the blondes. Using the beast's fluster to his aid, Seeker sprinted around the tree-trunk legs, rope in hand. Half the remaining soldiers not tending to their wounded met him back at the starting point, the other half joined Blaze -who had descended from the hood- and fell in line, taking a grip on the line.
"One.... Two.... Three!" The general shouted. On cue, both sides pulled back, tightening the rope. The clumsy beast moaned as its legs were forced together.
"It's working!" Angel exclaimed from her place in line behind her brother. She yanked back in unison with the soldiers. Seeker chuckled. "Don't sound so surprised, sis-." 
He was cut off as the trapped creatures bellowed and the line jerked vers l'avant, vers l’avant as it tried to break free.
"Keep pulling!" The general and Blaze ordered. They all dug in their heels, using all their strength not to get pulled forward. Another yank made the line stumble.
"This isn't working," Angel muttered.
"You think?" Seeker barked as her struggled to hold his end.
"We can't let it break free. We have to stop it!" 
"Bullets won't break through its armor, and getting too close to it is suicide!"
"If it gets loose, people will die! We have to take a chance."
"What are you-"
The 22-year-old felt the saber slide from the fourreau around his waste. A black-clad girl ran out from behind him toward the monster furiously trying to break free, the clear sword in her hand glittering blindingly in the harsh sunlight.
"Angel! Get back here!" her brother shouted, echoed par the general and Blaze. Ignoring their protests, the 18-year-old sprinted to one of the parked trucks. She leapt onto the hood, then the roof and back flipped off onto the back of the creature. 
In its terror, the monster took no notice of the girl clingy to his back. 
"Put all your strength into it this time!" Blaze ordered, realizing his former protégés plan. Also the danger of her falling and being trampled par the 2-ton beast. "One... Two... Three!"
Surprised par the sudden extra pull, the beast froze a moment as the ropes around its legs tightened again. Taking her chance, Angel rose to a kneel, raised the diamond blade over her head, and thrust it into a chink in the armor where the head plate met the back scales. The razor sharp edge sliced through the tough, yet vulnerable, skin and black liquid poured out.
"Dejar ir(Release)!" Seeker shouted, and all soldiers let go and backed away. The monster gave a final roar, which dwindled to a gurgle as ebony blood seeped from its throat and its mouth. It fell to a kneel, and lay still.
There was silence among the group as the woman mounted on the dead drew the sword from the neck and raised it over her head in triumph. The little of the diamond not soaked in oily-black glinted in the direct rayon, ray of sunlight. The silence was broken par a cheer from the crowd, the full outcome setting in. They had won the battle with the beast.
Seeker trotted vers l'avant, vers l’avant to congradulate the grinning girl. The look on her face suddenly turned to shock, then her eyes fell closed and the fourreau slipped from her fingers. Seeker rushed vers l'avant, vers l’avant as Angel feel from the creature's back.
"ANGEL!" he shouted, catching her in his arms. Her eyes were shut, her face slack and pale.

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