Corson stood there looking up at the giant beast as it towered over him. The fur that covered the creature’s entire body stood on end. Both surprised to have run in to another being. The stare down ended when the beast lashed out.
Diving out of the way Corson could feel a blast of air against his cheek as the clawed paw missed popping his head off by millimeters. Corson tried to roll gracefully but ended up sliding on the slick grass of the swamp and landed hard on his side. His face half covered in the slimy mud he turned to see the great beast rear around in his direction. Scrambling to his feet Corson reached for the hilt of his sword but found it missing. Patting his side in panic, never had his sword fallen out from his sheath or his hand. Looking around he spotted it not far from where he stood. But there was one problem, the swamp creature stood between him and his sword. Reaching to his belt on the opposite side he pulled a small thin bladed dagger meant for stabbing between the openings in armor, not for slaying a giant beast.
Snarling the beast’s sickly yellow eyes locked in on him. Drool ran from between the beast’s teeth dripping like an hourglass counting down how much time Corson had to live.
Driving forward the beast used his front paws to boost himself up in to the air, his powerful rear legs giving that final burst of power and before Corson could react the beast had closed all the distance between them. The beast slammed in to Corson. He could feel the claws drawing shallow lines of red along his chest as it pierced his armor. The weight of the beast was slowly crushing the metal of his breastplate and forcing him to sink in to the soft mud of the swamp floor.
The soft ground rose up around him, water started to seep up from the ground filling the crevices. He knew he only had seconds before the water would slowly start to drown him. Probably a nicer death then what the creature would offer him. Corson could feel the sharp claws digging deeper in to his chest. His breastplate collapsed painfully on to his chest. Ribs cracked and broke under the weight of the beast. Reaching up with his hands in a last chance struggle Corson found one of the yellow eyes and dug his thumb as deep as he could in to the socket.
The beast roared in pain and reared up and off Corson. Not wasting a second of his freedom from the beast’s grasp he pushed up and out of the soggy hole and rolled away from the beast. Not looking to see the damage he did to it, his attention was full on getting his sword back in to his hand.
Ripping what was left of his armor off his chest he let it drop to the ground. With a run that was more like quick limp he made his way towards his sword. Hearing the beast roar behind him Corson dove for the blade that sent lightening bolts of pain through his body.
Rolling on to his back he thrust the blade up and away from him. The beast that was already in flight could only look on hopelessly as the blade sunk in to its chest until it was buried to the hilt under its own weight.
Corson lay there his chest heaving, the stink of the beast over powering his senses. As it lay on top of him he can hear the deep shallow breaths it took. The beating of its giant heart was slowing. Using all his might Corson rolled the beast over and sat on top of the creature.
Looking around making sure no other creature decided to show up he hung his head and took a deep breath. “Never a shred of doubt.” Corson said before taking the silhouette dagger and stabbing the beasts between its eyes making sure it was dead.