Couldn't do any "art" work, but I did write my next attack:

Eric Dowsin pulled at the earth that had risen to grab his feet. He did not know what this adversary was doing, but he did not like it. Some supernatural force held the dirt together and resisted his efforts to pull free.
He pointed his rifle at the ground between his feet and fired a few times. This only resulted in a evil laugh from the ground and the ground to start pulling. Eric suppressed a pang of panic as he started to sink into the ground.

His mind screamed as what to do. “(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-) Eric. Think. THINK!”

A thought turned into an idea. It argued against logic, but he was desperate enough to try it. He reached and pulled a grenade from his belt. He took a look at it. His mind was a little surprised that “THERMITE” was written in stencilled letters on the canister. “I hope this one will work, I can’t waste another second” he thought as he pulled the pin, squeezed the lever to ignite the fuse, and with a gentle toss, placed the grenade where the creature sank into the ground.

The thermite ignited with a blinding glow as the chemical reaction generated molten steel. Several tense seconds went by as the ground absorbed all the heat from the iron, then an echoing yell resonated inside the earth as Eric felt the ground loosen and fall back to its natural state.

He pulled himself out of the waist-deep hole and was reloading his rifle when the creature burst out of the ground, his fur burned away from where the ground got hot.

“I guess you control the ground if it’s a nice cool temperature, huh?” Eric snarled at the creature as it charged, but Eric turned slightly, reared and thrust his rife backwards to catch the creature’s face with the rifle butt.

“Command, I can only hold this guy off for so long!” He yelled in his mic as the creature summoned his sword and swung it in a running charge, which Eric barely sidestepped.

“Strike team has been mobilized and will be there shortly, sergeant. Hang in there!” His headset squawked. Eric ducked another swing from the sword and ran past the creature, drawing back the bolt on his rifle.

Whirling around, he took rapid aim and squeezed the trigger.