[i]Zande was indeed frozen and unable to proceed for the allotted time. But upon contact, the touch of death would actually struggle to remove his life. He was not magical, no. He was just so damn tenacious. His soul was anchored to his body by a cord of steel will, and it would require a spell with more effort put into it to cut through. Rules Snake would certainly be able to steal his soul, but with personal instadeath magic it would be like trying to jerk a wet dishrag through a wedding band. 

Tendons popped out on the cannibal's neck, oily eyes bulging. It was a spook. Unreasonable. One of a kind. That particular sort of beast that stands out amongst its genus as the sort of anomaly horror stories are based upon. The shark in Jaws. The dog in Cujo. The crocodile in Lake Placid.
Now that Tanya was so close, she could better notice the scars crisscrossing its dark torso. It had been slashed before, stabbed through, sliced up years ago. It would take something special to kill this monster.
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