The frozen mud beneath its digitigrade legs exploded. Without warning, the aberrant creature lunged forward. Its acceleration was nonsensical for a creature of such size.
"There it is," Revan whispered, his voice a dry rasp lost in the wind.
Revan didn't retreat. Maintaining his dangerously low stance, he dug his boots in and propelled himself forward.
The two of them charged at each other amidst the blizzard.
A jagged bone scythe, larger than a man's entire torso, came crashing down in a brutal arc aimed to pulp Revan into the earth.
The strike carried enough weight to decapitate a warhorse and shatter the stone beneath it.
Revan ducked sharply until his left knee brushed against the snow. He had no intention of blocking. Trying to stop that strike with a standard steel sword would be like asking for his arms to be pulverized into dust.
Instead, he angled blade, letting the flat of the sword scrape against the underside of the monster's arm.
SHREEE!
