Twirling the spear around, I shed most of the blood and gore clinging to its blade so that I could go for another stab, which would make three on this bulging, gargantuan bull that was trying its damndest to gore me with its massive horns.
Two long spears of metallic keratin were constantly being swung at me, the protruding spikes hoping to snag onto any little bit of cloth or burrow into flesh to catch and drag me away, allowing it to utilize the metal hooves to turn me into mush.
Using its size to sweep its head from side to side in an attempt to catch me, the bull covered a large amount of space with just its horns, while the presence of its four sledgehammer-esque legs maintained a strict 'no trespassing' policy in a large radius around it.
