Fuck. Fuck. Kimbley braced himself against the floor, staring the monster down even as it crept closer. That tail was ready to strike, and if he didn't move fast - because these little fuckers moved really damn fast - it was going to hit him. And there was no goddamn way he was going to die now.

So, as the little bastard came within a few feet of striking distance, Kimbley lunged backwards. It was kind of awkward, being that he was on his hands and knees and all, but fucked if he was going to just stand up and try to get around it. It was fast, he was fast - now he just had to determine which one of them was faster.