▹ @nedakhs.
THERE IS A FOREBODING set deep into the swath of trees, laced with a thick veil of mist that played home to many things, and none of them benevolent, as he quickly found. naught but the soft rustling of leaves to accompany his stride, carving through the fog like a knife, he relished in that unknown, and the opportunity to combat it with his bare hands. he needn't his vast array of weaponry to stoke that fire, the very same that burned in every one of his people.
but perhaps, in this singular case, he had chosen a losing battle. no--- it wouldn't be a loss, it would be an end worthy of his kind; a warrior's death. he did not weep nor hide from his adversary, he fought until the bitter end, for he refused to die on his knees. and so, disregarding the wounds tearing open his shoulder and calf, rivulets aglow of green creeping along his flesh, he made ready to meet the beast head-on. rolling his neck, he surged forward into a sprint as the monster did the same. it was bigger than him, but that did not sway his resolve.
strafing aside to avoid its bite, he met his conquest with a fierce thrust of his fist into its jaw and a sickening CRACK, sending it off its course. when it turned to correct itself, lunging at him, he seized it's open maw with each hand. the impact forced him back momentarily, before he steeled himself, feet digging into the dirt and holding it at bay while attempting to urge it's jaws further apart to spite the pain searing his own body.
this is NOTHING.
