Filch's body blurred forward, crossing through the fallen house in a single breath. Beyond the building he finally saw the withering beast that looked like a large octopus with hundreds of limbs that swayed in all directions.
It was hideous looking with golden blood flowing out of many wounds that the players who had already fought it gave.
Its upper body was translucent and under the silver moon's illuminance... anyone could clearly see three human figures floating inside its head. They were the corpses of players this beast had devoured.
The beast noticed Filch and attacked with a few tendrils... Filch instantly bent down and touched the ground.
His other hand came up, fingers splayed wide, and a wall of compressed earth erupted in front of him just as a massive tendril whipped through the space his head had occupied a second before.
The tendril hit the wall with enough force to crack it, but the barrier held.
'Good enough.'
