@mimic-akiko liked this for a starter!
“Damn monsters...” The farmer ripped his rust-caked blade from the felled serpentine beast that slithered its way onto his family’s land, caking the tip of it with some dirt to soak up whatever juices might’ve coated it after it was run through the monster’s skull. Venom, blood, you name it. An accidental nick would be all bad regardless of what it had on it.
After a brief rinse with some water, Izren looped his sword through his makeshift sheath at his side. He could finally get back to what he was doing before this minor distraction showed up; tending to their crops. And from the approaching footfalls, it sounded like someone was coming towards him
“Well, the snake’s dead. Alya, if it’s you, do me a favor and bring the cart over. Something tells me this thing is going to be really hard to move.”
