I was going to kill it. I was going to make it burn.
Everybody who could run away, already run away. A one or two police members proceed to follow your advice, too, while other simply refuse your command and prepare to shoot horrible eldritch abomination to death again, just like they did a second before.
The monster roars, and jumps toward you; despite your best effort you managed to only slow it down, not stop it complitely.
Then, fire and bullets followed, and it was not enough. Beast dodged the worst of it, even though the fireball managed to ignite it anyway, and even if some policeman managed to get a hit in, low-caliber bullets didn't had much of effect.
Then it finally reaches you small group, and grabs one of the policeman what decided to stay, preparing to tear him apart. As beast tentacles envelop him, you hear his horrified screams.
As the monsters pulls the man before you apart, you continue to attack it; and another fireball seems to do the job, as it let's go of the man and and collapse lifelessly on the floor.
His comrades rush to check up on him, but it's too late; his throat was crushed.
A few seconds later, as nobody seems to jump out on you, people... point their guns at you.
"What the fuck was that? Who the fuck are you? What is going on?!"
