He slid down the flying buttress of the collapsing cathedral, escaping his monstrous pursuer, and eight armed mass of pure muscle and blood spurting from it's jaws, the blood of holy men and women that could not escape the grand church in time.
The man with the paper mask was wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, not the most outstanding outfit for a hero, but hero nonetheless.
he reached the end of the buttress, the monster pursuing him nonstop, but then he reached into his backpack, pulling out a sharpened metal pole.
he sprinted, jumped, flipped midair, and gave the monster a gruesome stab to the head, the body going limp, but one of it's