Green blood streamed out and the beast barked. No one could hear them as long as the trees were shutting down the noises. The man beheaded the beast, his mouth open and the bark choked in his throat. The body was burning and sparkling.
The beast which was distracted by Zadove tasted the cold blades from two angles and joined the hell that he had arisen from.
Lyra rushed to the young dwarf who laid motionless on his face, turned him on his back. She heaved a breath of comfort as he was alive. Zimona after handed the girl for killing the last one, moved away from where he was and scanned around to see if there was another beast.
Zadove had a deep wound on his leg. Lyra opened her shawl and wrapped it over the wound tightly. She picked him up because the boy couldn't afford to carry on with that torn leg.
