When Maul’s teeth were less than half an inch from Dean’s face, Maul abruptly stopped. Dean, who had closed his eyes to avoid seeing his death come, slowly opened them. He winced when Maul’s hot, stinky breath washed over him, which also fogged up his glasses. Maul struggled and whined, reminding Dean for a moment of a small dog that was pulling against its owner’s leash.
But then Maul’s head was jerked back and the beast itself was sent rolling across the floor. Maul smashed into the lab’s work table, smashing straight through it and knocking Dean’s work bag onto the floor. Maul crashed into the wall on the other side of the room, causing some of the equipment and items on the shelf directly above it to fall. A roll of bandages conked Maul on the top of its skull, making Maul’s eyes spi
