The beast howls in pain, but not before it lurches forwards with both arms. Again, Kizzie manages to easily dodge it. As the gas works its magic, the beast is clearly weakening in strength. Unfortunately, it seems like the gas doesn't affect it for long, as the creature manages to let out a hearty roar before it goes back to its former speed and aggression. Earlier bulletholes seal up neatly, being replaced with more explosive boils. The street doc said it gave incredible regeneration, and it seems like this one is no different. The Son advances on Kizzie again, finally getting a lucky break; one meaty hand manages to hold on to her own. It's enough of an advantage for him to press on it, grabbing on to her forearm with his other arm. No matter how slippery or strong she was, this think was unreal. Its singular, bloodshot eye widens as it screeches in victory, and she can feel the long, sticky tongue begin winding up her leg...<br/><br/>...shortly before it disappears. The beast screeches in pain again, its grip loosening as a spray of blood comes from its mouth, the tongue being severed by a phantom lizard shortly before the spirit evaporates. Kilasha is standing over the rim of the gap, shortly before she shouts something totally gibberish and thrusts her hands out. A much larger reptile streaks out from her hands, burrowing itself into the creature. It staggers backwards, clawing at itself madly. Eventually, flesh begins to rip and peel away as the monster litterally tears itself apart. Soon, the arms can work no longer, and the creature convulses before expiring. The phantom lizard emerges from the gory corpse, acknowledging kizzie before fading away. Up top, a dull thump can be heard from Kilasha, no doubt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>