Dylan lay on his back, gasping for breath. The shotgun had spun out of his hand and laid a few feet away, the breech was still open and the new shells had fallen out. His pistol was laying off in the dirt somewhere. Just as he was able to suck in a decent gasp of air, the creature dropped out of the sky and planted both feet into Dylan's ribs.

Hissing in triumph, El Chupacabra reached down and grabbed Dylan by the head, its claws digging into his skull. Dylan thought the monster was grinning at him, but then realized it was preparing to skewer him with that terrible tongue. Dylan flailed his arms around until he banged his hand into a rock.

"Good enough for Cain, good enough for me!" flashed through his mind as he snatched up the rock. Just as the monster fired its tongue at Dylan's throat, Dylan smashed the stone into the side of its head.

The tongue buried itself a good three inches into the hardpacked dirt next to Dylan's neck, then retracted as the creature rolled away.

Dylan jumped up and ran at the dazed beast as it staggered about, holding it's head in pain. Running at the stunned monster at full speed, Dylan hauled off and kicked it with all his might. His booted foot caught the beast somewhere below the its scaly midpoint and El Chupacabra was punted out and over the gate of the goat pen. "GOAL!" Dylan shouted, raising both hands into the air.