"God"

A bullet struck.  That bullet punched through bone and then opened up within the creature, tearing, six pointed claws extending in different directions from a central point, reaching further as they traveled.

The second bullet caught this creature in the shoulder joint.  Muscle that had already disconnected was left unable to reconnect to a configuration better for brute strength.

Knotted, armored in its own skin, strong from the outside to the inside, every process aimed at being able to fight and to stay alive, the creature felt the bullets strike home, one after the other.  Each one opened up in ways that made the damage worse, made it hard to pull things back together, to reconnect.

The creature turned, and it ran, a lopsided gait.  It heard shouts, felt the slack in the chain change.

Enemy Arc 9