Sliding

I close my eyes, I see how something blurry breaks from one of the stones. I open, there is nothing. I close, something quickly rushes right on me. I throw up a carbine, shoot with my eyes closed without aiming. It turns out that I can shoot well, they were clearly taught me, and the teachers were good if such things were rested at the level of reflexes. Something somersaulted in the air and with a noise fell at my feet. I open my eyes, I see in front of me stains of blood, the contours of an unfamiliar creature gradually appear and become visible to ordinary vision. Black scales, webial wings, huge fangs and a horned head. Successful shot, Mr. Rem. It seems that gray and scythe has passed again today very close