Teja nodded to Charles as he twisted his sword, hearing and feeling a satisfying crunch as he severed the connection between the last head and the body. He jumped down onto the ground before the body fell fully, and went back into the fray. They were certainly winning this battle, little by little, but the bodies were piling up. His hair came out of its tie a while before and stray hairs were sticking to his forehead and cheek, held there by sweat and some unidentifiable greenish substance. He didn't seem to notice much, nor did he really care. He just kept on plugging away at the slaughter.
What he wasn't expecting was a creature twice his size to manage to sneak up to him. He was out of sight of the sharpshooter, behind the large carcass of the three-headed monstrosity. And before he could recoil and recalibrate from the hot, wet breath of what smelled to be a bovine creature, Teja felt a sharp, heavy, widespread pain in his back and chest. Looking down, he saw claws ripping out of his shirt, and blood on them.
The last thing he could manage to think was "Well fuck," but he couldn't say it, for all the blood leaking up his throat and into his mouth.