If I had to describe this thing somehow... I would say it vaguely resembles to a mixture of a dragon, a leech, and an insect of some kind.

The body has a dragon's shape, but its skin pale white and... it has rubber-ish look on it. There are parts of porcelain-looking chitin-ish material glued to it. Like some sort of armor. The tail ends in a spiked ball, made of the same materials. Its legs are muscular, also armored and with blunt-looking claws at the end of its toes. Where the wings would normally go, two giant claws, like a prayer mantis'. Two underdeveloped front legs with sharp claws on each tip. The face was hidden by a white u-shaped mask, two dark holes flickering with red light.

And the whole thing measured probably six times more than I did.

I backed off from the archway, feeling my heart beating hard. And I didn't even have a heart! Unless you count the magical core inside my ribcage, but that doesn't pulsate. At least not with blood.

But I'm going off a tangent.

I'm walking away from here. As fast as I can without making any sounds. That freaking thing I can't even call my brother. If it sees me, I'm done for...

"Raghalghag?" He said.

"Yeah, you're scary alright" I answered, trying to be as silent as possible. I didn't want him to hear me.

...

Oh, shit.

"RALGHLAHGLHGAAAAGH!!!"

"FUUUUU~"

One of it's claws hit me square in the ribs, and I flew all the way to the other side of the walls, crashing hard and making one hell of a crack on it.

"Motherfucker!" How did it even see me?! Backstabbing isn't fun when other people do it to you, you know?!

"BLUARGHALARGH!!!"

It was funny how I could imagine it's huge maw, despite the mask covering it up, simply by the sound of it's roar. Borderline is, if it gets me I'm dead. Again. I don't even know how to properly say I'll be gone now! And why the fuck am I thinking about this when a freaking giant monster is trying to kill me and eat me?! Not that I'm sure that's the order he's thinking of! Or she. Aaagh!

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I unstrapped the fine bone sword and the scimitar, holding one on each hand. Those trowing daggers won't do a thing against that thing's skin, let's not even talk about the chitinous armor.

"Raghalgha!" It uttered that inconsistent rambling of him... or her... or whatever, as it sped towards me. And let's be honest: it was fast. As in, run for your fucking life fast. I leaped to a side, avoiding one of the big mantis-like claws. I rolled on the floor, planted a foot and stood up just in time to block the other claw with the bone scimitar. It roared again, moving aside and swinging its tail. There was no blocking that giant maul. I leaped up, avoiding a lethal blow by a hair's width.

"You little..." I landed nicely, looking at the thing's eyes. Both of its bigger claws shot out looking for me. Instead of blocking, I evaded, swinging the fine sword in an attempt of severing the things off, but they were too tough. If I wanted to get done with them, I'd have to rip them off. And I doubted I had the time for that.

Then, all the sudden, the beast backed off. It coiled back, curling over itself.

"What the hell is it doing?" I said, just a moment before I noticed what it was planning. And it wasn't nice. It was the worst possible thing I could take on, being cornered in the wall as I was.

"Oh, fuck" It stretched up full length, twisting and spinning. It built up centrifugal force, spinning faster with the bludgeoning tail fully stretched. Like a giant rotating hammer. One going at nearly two hundred RPM and about to catch up on me.

And I had no way of blocking, or otherwise surviving to the blow...

What the hell was I supposed to do now?!

Suddenly, an idea popped up on my skull.

I took two throwing daggers, and tying the up with a strap of leather from the ones I still had left tucked in my improvised holster, I tied them both by the handles. The monster was closing in and building even more speed. It was now or never. And never didn't sound like it would be funny to test out.

I spun the strapped daggers on my hand to the last moment, then threw them with all of my bone-y mightiness, aiming for the beast's legs.

"Let's hope this turns out right, else I can start psyching myself up for one helluva overkill..."

The knives avoided the thing's tail by less than an inch, moving on and reaching their target with no problems.

"Raughraugh?"

It looked at my face as both daggers got tangled up on his feet.

"Rogh, Rughck~"

It tried to move and keep rotating, finding that having both legs strapped together makes a tad harder to do just that. So instead of keep on like a giant disc thrower, it messed up and fell to the ground, ending face-up and back to the ground.

"Rough Righlghle Righsight"

"Yeah yeah" I grabbed both blades and sped forward before it was too late. I hade to hit it on the neck: no other part of the body was vulnerable enough as to deliver a finishing hit.

I looked at it in the eyes as I raised up my fine sword.

"You scared the hell out of me. I'll give grant you that."

Then it fell down, cutting the thing's head from the rest of it's body.

It bled. A lot. Thick, milky blood that looked like it had been mixed with paint. It wriggled a bit. Then stopped moving. Which meant it was dead.

Nothing left to say now, as dragon imaginers would say.

"Let's look around and..."

"Raughguraugh!"

"Warrghharghwarrgh!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"