Thirty Seconds

"What the fuck is that?!" was the first question that popped into my head when I saw that sixty-meter-tall creature blasting through the door as if it was made of paper foil.

This thing's size wasn't the only thing scary about it, it was the fact that it had multiple characteristics of all the rakshasa we have seen before. The arms of a Brute and the cleavers of a White. The mixed skull structure of both a Black and a Silver rakshasa.

Why is it out? Wasn't this thing trapped inside the cube made by the former King? How did it manage to leave its prison?

All of these questions needn't be answered now, for the moment we have to get the hell out.

"RUN! HURRY!" I shouted. Everyone legged it as if hell itself was on their heels while my puppets immediately began jumping at the incoming fiend.

They climbed up its frame stabbing at it with sword and claw, and shot at it with everything in their arsenal.