Trusty old Blaster

Quickly, you whip out your blaster and in the same motion, you calibrate it to rapid fire.

Psioum!

Psioum!

Psioum!

In the next second, the creature lay dead in its own pool of blood. You blow the imaginary smoke off the tip of your laser pistol and snap off a couple more cheap shots at the already dead creature.

Walking closer, you kick its head to make sure its dead. Just then, it came alive and grabbed your foot. Losing your balance, you fall and more importantly, you foolishly let go of your laser pistol. Unarmed, you fight for your life as the creature, in its last gasp of air, launched itself upon you, effectively bodyslamming you onto the ground and rendering you motionless under its deadweight.

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