As Shalar came down behind her, Tyger lashed out with her tail in an attempt to trip him. He blocked it with his own tail, and the wickedly sharp blade on it ripped blood and flesh from her as it deflected the attack.
"Damn you, Shalar!" she hissed.
He turned, opening the long, lobster-like claws on his left arms, practically daring her to attack.
"The damned are the ones who live longest, Tyger. Haven't you noticed?" Tyger turned to face him, bringing her dirks up. "After all, look how long Ryan has lived, so damned by his enemies."
Tyger leapt at him, but Shalar caught her right arm in his open claws, throwing her to the side. He pivoted as she flew past, and the blade-hook on his elbow scored a long bloody furrow down her ribs.
Once wounded, Tyger became enraged. But twice wounded, she became cautious. One hit I might put down to luck. But two is too many. I must be careful, or he'll have me dead on the ground soon.
Shalar noted how she withdrew after his last blow. She's becoming cautious- I've overplayed myself. The fight will be that much harder, now.
For Shalar, two arms became four at the elbows, and he crossed all four in a guarding position. His eyes flickered gold, his equivalent of blinking. "Shall we start again?" he asked Tyger.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 11:04pm on Apr 21, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
