With a cry that was meant to be a roar but came out as a frightened whimper, Justin ran straight at the nearest arm, swung his sword, and sliced effortlessly most of the way through where the arm was as thick as a sewer pipe.

He grabbed the injured leg with his claw, pulling the deep gash wider, and swung his sword again. This time the blade went all the way through to the concrete beneath and a chunk as big as an elephant came away.

Came away but did not die. Rather, the detached leg instantly crawled at Justin and he swung again, cutting a third of it away.

This third, too, did not die.

“Hydra,” Justin whispered.

Monster, Chapter 27