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and I took advantage of the situation. But all I could do was slash through the black fur. The Behemoth’s skin was too thick for even my sword to slice through.
    It swung its trunk at me and caught me with muscle, not blades. As I rolled away like a rag doll, something hard bumped in my back. Instinctively , my hand went to feel around and the flintlock was back in my possession.
    The Behemoth closed the distance and tried a different approach − quash the puny wizard. It raised a paw the size of a garbage can and stomped on me. I raised Djinn and put all my magic there. The Behemoth’s paw pressed against the blade.
    It was a losing battle – the damn thing was ten times my size. In a flash o f brilliance, I shifted my body so I could point my gun at its underbelly. The flintlock roared twice. Thick, black chunks flew off the Behemoth. It reared back in agony.
    Fear is a s good a motivator as any. Emotion fuels intention, which fuels magic. So, in my nearly hysterical state, I swung the blade again. A giant crescent-shaped beam of energy shot towards the beast, and sent it flying.
    I followed its trajectory, batting away trunk and tusks. I found the beast’s mouth . Similar to an elephant’s, but with a row of teeth the size of my head. I jammed the gun inside its mouth and squeezed the trigger.
    If I couldn’t beat it from the outside, then I had to attack it from the inside.
    Magic encased the shotgun shell as it tore through its throat and neck , but the Behemoth still trashed around, very much alive.
    I channeled more magic into the gun and fired again. There was a small explosion of angry , red light as a magically enhanced bullet tore the beast open from the inside. I tore my arm and weapon out and leapt away. The Behemoth fell to its side, finally dead.
    I slumped on the ground, breathing heavily. I felt my heart pounding in my ears. A burst vessel was the least of my worries. There was a moment of hysteria as I sat on my ass watching a hulking Behemoth slowly melt down in to opaque ectoplasm. It felt like the story of David and the giant – except I had a gun , not a slingshot. Much more western.
    Amaymon appeared at my side. “Mission accomplished?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You got any plans for that ectoplasm?” he asked. Ectoplasm was to monsters, what blood was to humans. A wizard could get very creative with the correct ectoplasm and enough connections. It was very common ingredient in most hardcore textbook spells and rituals. Most shops had the cheap stuff . A Behemoth’s ectoplasm was like selling a Rolls Royce to a car dealer.
    I hadn’t really thought about it. I was too bus y not getting cut or stomped or eaten by a giant mutated elephant. So, all I could offer Amaymon was a shrug.
    Cats can’t roll their eyes, but Amaymon got damn close. “Turn me human and gimme the gun,” he said.
    "Why?"
    "Because that’s high -grade stuff, there," he replied. “If I infuse that ectoplasm into your gun, it’ll become a channel. A proper magical channel.”
    “Can you do that?” I knew it was possible, but the magic had been long lost. Besides the only guy in town with the faintest idea on how to create channels needed a room full of equipment.
    Amaymon scoffed at me. “Oh, ye of little faith.”
    I took off my ruby pendant and attached it to his collar. Amaymon may not be the most trustworthy of familiars , but he did know his way around magic. If anyone, anything, could manage an infusion it was him.
    I felt him call upon his old powers and his form simmered. In his place was a stocky teenage boy wearing a black tank top, black cargo pants and black beanie. His eyes were the only feature which remained the same − still cat-like and full of promises of chaos and destruction.
    “No funny business,” I warned as I handed him the gun.
    He smiled, exposing a set of serrated, shark-like teeth.
    The weapon twirled around his finger as he approached the puddle of disappearin g ectoplasm. He stuck a finger