At first, I didn’t understand the point of that conversation. What was Alexander doing? It was obvious he was trying to buy time, but for what? To recover and continue, or for rescue to finally arrive?
But Haydar was so flattered, that he didn’t see it coming.
“Almost a milliliter,” the monster answered with smugness. “Enough to knock down a carnivore of about three hundred kilos, or an adult werewolf with the metabolism of lightning. Don’t you like it?”
“… it’s not that, it’s just…” he paused and then lifted his face, his proud muzzle pointing at the figure of his enemy almost mockingly. “… you should have shot me twice, like Rex.”
He didn’t see it coming, and neither did I.
Alexander rose quickly and grabbed him by the neck, dragging Haydar backward until he slammed him against the
