Another Beast Dog

Me and Tara encountered another one of those damn wild dog beasts. We were ready for it though. We went right in there and started attacking it.

"Bring it on, you bastard!" I yelled at the wild dog beast as I began to attack it.

"That's the fighting spirit, Ricky!" Tara shouted.

I tell yeh though, these ain't no ordinary dogs. These damn things have stamina and endurance. Me and Tara kept hacking at it with our hatchets, but it kept fighting with no signs of giving up. I hit it so many times with my hatchet that my hand got tired, so I had to use my fists for a bit.

"This beast just doesn't want to give up," I yelled as I struck it with my fists.

Tara struck the beast with her hatchet. "It does have quite the endurance."

After a lengthy skirmish, me and Tara finally struck down the beast. I looked at the fallen beast, and then I kicked it.

"I never did like dogs," I said to Tara.

"I'm a cat person myself," she replied.

That makes three encounters with these wild dog beasts now. They seem to be lurking all over the shore. It's almost as if they've been affected by some kind of darkness to make them so strong and aggressive.