The drake thrashed beneath him, and it took all of Thal's strength to hold onto the beast. He barely noticed when some of them retreated, but he did notice when the remaining drake closed in, its maw hissing and snapping at his legs and tail. Feet scrabbling against the armored, pointy scales along the creature's back, he leaned away from the second beast. A voice behind him brought his head up, ears swiveling back towards the sound, and it was pure coincidence that he saw the massive arrow come flying from somewhere outside his vision, clattering into the muddy ground nearby.
It was just long enough to be a spear.
Grinning despite the danger, Thal lurched to one side of the drake's back and pushed off the beast. It toppled sideways and thrashed wildly to right itself, but Thal was already scrabbling in the mud towards the arrow. When he took it up in both hands, it settled into his grip with a casual familiarity. "Hah, the god of death, hunter extraordinaire always comes prepared!" He decided to ignore the glaring hole of logic in that statement. Drawing in a breath, his nose caught a harsh, acrid scent on the air, completely foreign, and he squinted at the beasts before flicking his eyes past them. He spent only half a second watching the massive, dark form some distance away before the drakes, having recovered from their tangled tumble, pressed at him. He lunged at them both with the arrow, driving its pointed tip towards them and growling.
It was just long enough to be a spear.
Grinning despite the danger, Thal lurched to one side of the drake's back and pushed off the beast. It toppled sideways and thrashed wildly to right itself, but Thal was already scrabbling in the mud towards the arrow. When he took it up in both hands, it settled into his grip with a casual familiarity. "Hah, the god of death, hunter extraordinaire always comes prepared!" He decided to ignore the glaring hole of logic in that statement. Drawing in a breath, his nose caught a harsh, acrid scent on the air, completely foreign, and he squinted at the beasts before flicking his eyes past them. He spent only half a second watching the massive, dark form some distance away before the drakes, having recovered from their tangled tumble, pressed at him. He lunged at them both with the arrow, driving its pointed tip towards them and growling.
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