Richard waved his machete in the air and let out a warrior’s cry that would have turned any human foe’s blood to ice but did little against the giant mutant iguana. The beast was weary, though. It had lost its tail and had learned the hard way that his foe was formidable.
The iguana stared at Richard, and its tongue tasted the air every few seconds. It did not know what to make of the man. Since its mutation, it had eaten dozens of people, and no one had ever successfully fought back.
Richard stared into the iguana’s eyes and took a High Guard stance with the machete held high overhead with both hands. He began to shout at the beast, and it flinched away from him. “There is a reason why your kind went extinct!” he roared. “And there is a reason why my kind came to be at the top of
