Hunt, kill, cease. Power sensed. Not in the present. Wait. Look. End it.
What is this creature, this abomination doing here? It is not supposed to be here now, or ever.
Thing. Appeared from anotherwhen. Cold. Smell Ozone. Alive.
I cannot end it violently. It is needed elsewhere, in a time yet to occur. How can I redirect an indestructable monster?
Time. Smells of time. Old. Anger. Confusion. Lost. Powerful. No matter. Cease.
Can it think? Does it know that I know its every move before it is made? Does it even register my existence?
Must end it. Cease. Die. Whips, claws, clubs. Bone and flesh. Stone and time.
One agan I dodge a tendril of spiked and twisted bone. It is adapting. I will not be able to keep this up for long. I must lead it away.
Fear. Gone. Somewhere else. Chase. Leap. Miss it, jump into nothing, fall.
It has fallen. It is going where it needs to go. Time is stabilised for now.
Falling, diving. Retreating. Wings.
No. Sense something below. Alive. Cease.
My work is done.