As it advanced and swung at her again, Erica's bullets tore through James's knee and it fell with a roar. The wound began to pucker and close up almost immediately though, and it bellowed and clawed after her. The great spike of bone protruding from its left shoulder was lengthening and starting to take on a jointed appearance, while something spherical pushed its way through the knotted mass of muscle beneath the spike. The msucle parted, revealing a vile, bulbous eye, the sclera a diseased, bloodshot yellow. The iris, in a morbid twist, was the same dark blue as James's eyes had been, with a dull gold ring around the pupil. A similar spike of bone was growing out of the other shoulder. As it was struck by multiple attacks it screeched and flailed about, lashing out at all the attackers. Its flesh steamed and smoked from the dark fire, blood and pus leaking out across what was left of the skin.
