Him, Marked?

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A blank stare was Ghant's only reaction to his current state.

A series of questions flooded his mind and vanished in a twinkle of an eye when watching the blockbuster scene before him. 

While holding him like a baby with one hand, Wiggins' other hand moved with a flash of a lightning blade. 

Too fast. Ghant didn't even see how the attack commenced. 

One moment the hideous creature was standing, and in another moment, it was on the ground, screaming and rolling with inky blood spewing from its belly. 

The large horizontal strip wound took ⅘ of its belly's width. 

Bam! 

What was that? 

Ghant, who was cuddled in Wiggins's arms, was anxious when hearing the explosive sounds echoing too close to their proximity. 

It was a shadow –One that despite its ugliness, had an uncanny resemblance to Wiggins.