Saori dangled in the grip of the monster as it exchanged words with Jim. She was glad he was here - he must have come back for her - but her terror was undiminished. She felt so helpless.
A faint light came from the doors to the theatre that Jim had left open, and her eyes adjusted. She could see Jim moving even as he quizzed the beast, and it inspired defiance in her, too. She prepared herself.
Jim leapt, using a seat as a vault to gain height, and managed to surprise the creature. He struck its leg with the outstretched improvised polearm.
Saori stole her moment, twisting with all her might in its grip and making her own kick to where she thought its belly would be. Her foot connected with something iron-hard and she cringed. But the combined assault between herself and the private detective achieved its objective. The claw momentarily released from her arm, and she fell.
Saori landed hard between rows of seats. But she was soon up and ready to act again. Fight or flight? She looked to Jim for leadership...
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