The men formed a line in front of the cobbled ruins of an ancient lab. The air was fresh with the scent of moss and stone. Clutching their firearms, they slowly advanced, flinching at the slightest noise. Rain began to fall from the heavens, all but halted by the groups collective mass of sombreros. The men spun at a sharp crack coming from behind them, echoing through the woods. A creaking sound that seemed to double in volume exponentially each second. A massive shape stumbled out of the undergrowth, furred and with eyes glinting red malice. This would be the fight of their lives, and just before retirement too...