The Beast's tail lashed, ready to pounce. The Beatles waited for his move, Objects in hand. Claws extended, the Beast sprung at John. John drew the Sword of Truth and let it clash against the Beast's sharp claws, deflecting the blow. The Beast slunk backwards, nursing the pain a special object would cause to his claws. John could hear him sucking in air, but it was harder for him to get a grip on John's soul inside the Orb's shield.
The Beast made towards John again, snarling menacingly, But John was prepared and rapped him again with the Sword, sending him back towards Paul. Paul grinned and,...
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