The thing (a mix between ape, crocodile, and parakeet) bubbled laughter. It was sort of justified, as my gun was useless against it and Harry hadn't used fire.
"Mage of the stars," it hissed, chuckling, "After killing thee I may slaughter thy kin, the night-feeder. It would fight to avenge thee, would it not? A proper battle at last."
There was absolutely no warning. One second it was there, and the next there was a goddamned crater scorched into the asphalt and a terrific roar echoing in my ears.
Harry's voice was terrifyingly calm as he said, "No, you won't."