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I could see the surprise in Talan’s eyes when he realized I was moving in tandem with him, matching his steps and rolls, ducking when he did, shifting our weight to avoid getting crushed underfoot by the hulking beast.
He flashed a quick nod of approval, eyes alight with admiration and surprise.
That look, amid all the chaos, gave me a newfound courage.
As the Zylvari lunged at Talan again, I stepped forward, placing myself between them.
I felt a flash of satisfaction when the beast hesitated, the knowledge that a single blow on me would mean an immediate reset clear in his calculating eyes.
But I wasn’t just going to hide behind the reset rule.
As the Zylvari’s gaze locked onto mine, I could see the disdain, the disregard.
He thought of me as nothing more than a hindrance.
Determined to prove him wrong, I summoned every ounce of courage I had.
With a war cry, I lunged at him, fists flying.
To say he was shocked would be an understatement.
My hits may not have hurt him, but they definitely caught him off guard.
I punched, kicked, and even managed to land a good bite on his furry arm.
The taste was foul, but the look of sheer disbelief on his face was worth it.
Talan took advantage of the Zylvari’s momentary distraction.
He launched himself, tackling the creature to the ground.
They rolled, Talan trying to pin the beast while avoiding his deadly claws and teeth.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pride.
In this alien game, where the odds seemed forever against us, we were holding our own.
But our triumph was short-lived.
The Zylvari, using his superior strength, managed to shove Talan off and regained his footing.
His yellow eyes glinted with rage and the primal need to conquer.
While we had managed to surprise him and even gain a slight upper hand, the battle was far from over.
The Zylvari, snarling and spitting, re-engaged with a vengeance, and the deadly dance resumed.
* * *
Panic surged through every inch of me as I watched the scene unfolding before me.
The werewolf, his snarling face twisted with satisfaction, bore down on Talan, hands closed around his throat.
Desperation painted every line of Talan’s face, eyes bulging and gills flaring as he tried to draw in oxygen.
His usually vibrant blue scales dulled, turning an ominous shade of grey.
Frantic, I rained punches, kicks, scratches — anything to divert the creature’s attention.
