Order of the Stone

The hope of speed being on her side was washed away with every pounding step of the Sturgeon. The apparition of the child hung low to the ground, lifting its infant hands in stride with the immense legs of its main body. The arms of the creature whirled like a blender, slicing the air with an audible thwaup! The end was near; Jenny felt it in her bones. She wouldn't go without a fight but the soft flesh of a young woman would not stand up long to the bull rush of the demon.'