The Behemoth stood about 5 stories high and roared in the heavy rain barely missing the small dispatch of Fenrir’s Fangs hiding against a wall at the corner of Wolfbow as it walked out in the darkness.
The team assembled as Nathan came back with a bereaved look at his face in his hands some piece of paper was clutched cautiously.
As Nathan gave the orders, Garrein yelled "Copy that sir! Just make sure to get back at us, we'll hold it as long as we can!" but running at the back of his mind was whether Nathan would come back, whether they would be left to die besides, there are more important things at hand.
As Nathan decended into the dark, Garrein gathered his nerves at looked for one of the Fosterns "Hey you!" he yelled.
As he approached the Fostern with the M16, a burst of shots were fired and the Behemoth yelled as it swooped down a fierce blow to the ground crushing the Fostern dealing an instant death and throwing Garrein aside.
Garrein’s vision grows blurry, as he tried to regain his footing. He and the other Fostern ran for shelter besides an overturned police vehicle.
He turned his head and saw the remaining Fostern, it was only the two of them left, and he was trembling in fear of the Behemoth.
“It’s my first time” He said as his voice jittered.
“Me too,” Garrein replied, hiding his fear. “But we have to fight it.”
“Jesus Christ! COULD YOU SEE THAT THING? That thing is huge!”
“Keep quiet!” Garrein looked disgusted at the Fostern as to why he even made that position. “If you want to keep us both alive you have to
**** keep quiet.”
As Garrein looked carefully about, he saw the Behemoth searching, knowing that someone was still alive to kill. “What the hell can we do?” he said to himself.
A loud crackling came from the Fostern’s radio as he screamed “HELP! WE NEED HELP!”
The Behemoth jerked its head towards their position, let out a loud roar as the lightning blew and finally charged.