I raised my arms to protect my face from the creature's acidic spit – well, that was what I assumed it to be anyways. Scales appeared on my forearms just in time for the disgusting substance to reach me.
I felt nothing but some mild itching thanks to them, and quickly burned the substance away with my flames. "Erik, don't let its spit touch you!" I shouted before beating my wings and continuing my approach to the creature.
As the paladin nodded, the creature roared at me. I extended my arm holding my scythe and swung it at the disgusting monster. Yet, before I could slash its flesh, its tail hit me once again, throwing me aside.
I fell to the ground with a thud and immediately used Soul's Respite. How was this monster so fast? As the souls healed my cracked ribs and broken wings, I gritted my teeth. If only the pain didn't feel so real – what was Erik's dad thinking, designing this game with such a feature?
