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"You can try." gravelled a deep voice.
Motion in the corner of her eye made her move and she twisted her sword up just in time. The creature's teeth momentarily bit down on her blade before it let go. She twisted her weapon and slashed, scoring a minor hit. A spray of blood and a shallower cut than expected. Tough body, resistant to blades. The creature vanished back into the shadows.
She held her sword up in one hand tracking where she thought it fled. Her eyes momentarily crossed her blade and she was surprised to see teeth marks on the steel somehow despite the spells she had cast on it to strengthen and sharpen the metal. Its teeth are extremely hard, shocking jaw strength.
A scuffing sound from behind and she spun. A knife flew out of the gloom aimed at her head. She parried it sending it flying through the air to clatter against the cave wall. It uses weapons? No, doesn't fit, this is a trap!
She swung her sword and twisted around as bloody teeth lunged at the back of her neck. Her sword arm came up, but too late to hit, only enough to block. The brutal trap of its maw came down on her forearm. Teeth dented metal and she looked on in shock as her prided vambraces abruptly buckled under its jaws, an unstoppable bite pressing down with such force that the squealing deforming metal dug deep into her arm. She screamed and thrashed as skin and flesh and muscle was squeezed apart under the unstoppable pressure, her sword dropped from her hand as she lost feeling, clanging as it hit the sand. She pounded at the monster's head with her free fist but nothing slowed it. Her bones began to splinter then split apart as the squeezing force of her own vambrace ground them down. The monster bass growled and savaged her arm, shaking its head and violently dragging her, Baera desperately tried to resist but the breathtaking agony was causing her to falter.
She set her teeth. It wasn't going to let her go. No choice. She slapped her hand down on the vambrace and twisted it then kicked out at the monster. Her arm felt like it was on fire, but with a wordless scream, and the grisly sickening parting of flesh, she pulled a ragged shredded stump free from her vambrace. The monster gave her a look of surprise before she pulled a device from her belt, closed her eyes, and threw it to the ground. An explosive ear-shattering sound and an eye-searing flash of light and the monster yelped. The Inquisitor opened her eyes. Her ears were ringing but she could see well enough in the dark to run and escape down the tunnel away from the thing that had maimed her.
She cradled the ruin of her arm as she fled and promised revenge, no, Extermination.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoSorry, but THAT was the not the visual image of Beara your words portrayed.
Reality check: go back, read the description of the 'Inquisitor' you actually wrote, THEN look at the image; you described the equipment, but didn't take the time to described the character.
The image is erotic, by nature; if that is your work, you are extremely talented. If you want to WRITE erotica, or erotically, I'd suggest you write a 500-1000 word description of Baera, simply for the learning experience.
Force yourself to write that much, get into detail, and don't stop re-writing it, until YOU are as proud of it, as you are your artwork, AND someone can read your description, then look at the image, and think, "Yep, that's what she looks like."
GeoD
Anonymousover 3 years agoExcellent chapter. Huge fan of seeing how other characters view the dreadwolf and the sense of tension was well done.
