A venomous crackle of electricity forms at the abomination’s fingertips, its remaining hand outstretched to Richard, scaled lips peeled back from puffy gums --
Bonk.
There’s an undead quality to the flex of the jaw after that first blow, strings of muscle glistening through split scales, the exposed eye socket a blackened crater, cracked through at the brow. It sways drunkenly to face her, unsteady on its own coils, just in time for her mace to shatter through fangs and skull and brains and everything around and in between, cracked and rotten.
The creature slumps. It folds. Heavy, backwards, into the still-writhing loop of its aft end.
Blood dribbles off the loose fork of the tongue, greasy with venom.
Down the hall, Richard scuffs his chin with his sleeve, mussed and slick with his own battle mess. He’s blanched pale and short on breath, whole if not hale: a sharp jerk from his elbow sees him ripping the fang tip lodged up under his collarbone free.
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Bonk.
There’s an undead quality to the flex of the jaw after that first blow, strings of muscle glistening through split scales, the exposed eye socket a blackened crater, cracked through at the brow. It sways drunkenly to face her, unsteady on its own coils, just in time for her mace to shatter through fangs and skull and brains and everything around and in between, cracked and rotten.
The creature slumps. It folds. Heavy, backwards, into the still-writhing loop of its aft end.
Blood dribbles off the loose fork of the tongue, greasy with venom.
Down the hall, Richard scuffs his chin with his sleeve, mussed and slick with his own battle mess. He’s blanched pale and short on breath, whole if not hale: a sharp jerk from his elbow sees him ripping the fang tip lodged up under his collarbone free.