THUNK
Baldon brought his mace down onto the creature's head, a satisfying cry escaping it on impact.
It was taking damage. The shell had begun to crack along the edges, and its regenerative ability wasn't fast enough to undo the blows he had already dealt.
Though his arms were growing heavy with fatigue, he knew he could keep going. If not kill it, he could at least drive it away.
Then, suddenly—
A sharp burning sensation spread through his feet.
His eyes widened.
The moss on the creature's shell was glowing, radiating a malicious energy.
He raised his mace to strike again and interrupt whatever it was doing, but the creature jerked its head, throwing him off balance.
"Gah!"
His mace slipped from his grip as he fell face-first onto its shell.
"—!!"
He pushed himself up instantly, but his skin screamed in pain. His face felt like it was being eaten alive.
Venom.
He quickly scraped the moss off his skin, only to realize the damage had already begun.
Shit!
