Raladr

Its pupils were ferocious sharp ellipses.

Raladr, the hunter, held the forest ground with his boots. He clenched the shaft of his steel spear with all his might. Blood trickled down from his forehead; his surroundings unstable, but his breathing remained steady; and his eyes’ fire remained.

His spear pointed toward a monster.

Its size was thrice bigger than bears. Its body was clad with impenetrable scales. Its four limbs were all primed with jagged claws. Its tail a horrible giant whip.

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Under its ferocious eyes were fresh-crimson fangs. Fangs which had torn and ripped apart lives.

Nothing stood between the spear and the fangs. No trees meddled in between; and the path remained clear of fallen bodies. There, stood only two beings: the human and the monster.

One of them would die.

The monster leapt with its hind limbs, charging at Raladr and bearing its claws and fangs at him.

Raladr took a step in, putting his weight to the front. He pushed his feet against the ground, spun his torso, and swung his arms forward. He thrusted his spear with all his force.

A curtain of blood rose into the air.