“Get that beast on the ramp!” Yelled Grady. “Make sure to secure the box or there will be hell to pay!”
The lackeys struggled with the chains as the creature fought to free itself of this indignation.
A blackened hoof connected with a jaw and the heavy thud upon the ground meant one more down.
Grady pulled the cat o nine and the beasts nostrils flared and a low growl emanated from its gut, that caused great pause with the workers.
The chains slacked and gnashing of teeth and hooves brought even more hunters down.
“Ah hell!” Grady cursed as he looked into the eyes of the man eater. “Damn Unicorns.”