It wasn’t long before Keitan had the wind knocked out of him and found himself being throttled by one of the creature’s bony pale hands. He felt his feet leave the ground as he was lifted into the air by the thin man's single arm. It didn't look like it had enough muscle on it to even attempt to do so. And yet here he was, barely able to breath, kicking and flailing his legs as his pistol was knocked out of his hands and he was stuck staring into those dead white eyes.
Gods, help me please please please, PLEASE HELP ME!!