Attack
Not that he was going to make it easy, with a strong feet game he kept moving and deflecting your attacks with his long blade. Coming towards you with every movement and every strike going deeper.
“Now it’s your end, beast!” The human laughed and darted forward with surgical, exact thrust. His sword was like a needle in that moment, breaking your scales, rupturing your muscles and only missing your heart by a couple of inches. Blood gushed out of the wound and in that moment of panic you finally let go.
He removed the sword with a swift movement and stepped back, raising it with both hands to bring the heavy blade down and end you for once.
That was his mistake.
Drunk on his premature victory, he held his sword like a butcher ready to bring it down against you with all his strength, but leaving his chest exposed, thrusting you couldn’t pierce his metal armor. He never saw your tails moving through the darkness, the bony spikes striking deadly fast, piercing the metal armor and pinning him against the wall. One against his right shoulder and the other to his neck.
And you took a relieved breath as the human stopped moving, pulling out your tails with some difficulty out of the rotten pieces of wood. It was with some relief you saw your wounds already had stopped bleeding, your regenerative powers kicking in so at least you wouldn’t die of blood loss. The downside was now a demanding hunger.
You walked back into the temple’s entrance thinking about going out to hunt something really fat and preferably incredibly slow, maybe a cow or a pig? You were sure there were a couple of farms around, and after that human tried to kill you, the least they could do was to provide you with some food.
Written by Ashley Natter on 13 April 2021
