Spirit animal (Rewrite)

I ran as fast as I could but the night sky made it all that harder. A movement of the bushes to my left. Aiming and firing my Deagale three rounds were used. The flash of the Deagale lit the area and I saw it if only for a split second. Aiming at my right I fired again. But I missed it as it was dead in front of me. My flashlight was not doing anything for me it only seem to be a hindrance. Aiming I fired the last round in the mage and it hit its mark. I would be booming with joy if it had done something. But no the very skinwalker remains there unmoving and acting as if a bullet did just hit his chest. My flashlight could only get his chest as he towered over me. But I don't think I want to see his face as I fear what I might see in its eyes. I know the stories and they pale in comparison to the real thing. I am honestly beginning to doubt that the tomahawk would even kill this thing. After all the weapons I had brought with are meant to hurt it so I can get in close and strike the finishing blow. But now, I know I was never ready to take on this threat and I will die in vein trying to stop it.

"I thought I told you I like to hunt the classic way." That was when is boney hands or rather claws shot out so fast I didn't notice until it was too late. My flashlight was broken just like that and a burning pain ran through my right hand the one holding my Deagle. I was left in the dark and I knew this was how I was going to die. "Now run, Little Cub." His voice said to the right of my right in my ear. Not wanting to die I ran as fast as I could.