Then, I dropped my stance low, weight balanced over my feet, and warped toward the Gnarlbeast Deer, Gravefang already poised for the kill.
The unsuspecting deer, still fixated on the spot I'd occupied moments ago, only reacted when my boots hit the ground beside it. Its head snapped toward me, ears flicking at the sound of my approach.
Too late.
Gravefang swept across in a clean, decisive arc, the edge biting deep into its throat. A hot spray of blood followed, and the beast made a wet, choking noise as its legs buckled beneath it. It collapsed in a heavy heap, its life spilling out into the dirt.
That sound was enough to alert the rest. The other Gnarlbeasts shifted instantly, their glowing antlers turning in unison until every pale gaze was locked on me.
A sharp thud echoed nearby—the body of the deer I'd swapped with earlier had finally crashed to the ground, no doubt a twisted heap of broken limbs. I couldn't help but grin at the mental image.
