As the bald husk shook off the blast, the many books occupying the shelf began to fall onto its body; knocking it in the head repeatedly as it didn't seem to care much for the pain, only releasing an ear-trembling howl.
Momentarily distracted by the display of magic from the mysterious visitor, Abraham countered the incoming strike from the husk, evading its grasp as he stuck the dagger he held into its jaw.
Shit, I missed! The man thought.
It seemed piercing any non-fatal section of the husk's body resulted in zero damage done, the rotten ex-human lunging towards Abraham once again. Though it threw its fists through the air without any grace of form, it was clear that a single clean, direct hit would deal heavy damage to the man who had no assistance of magic for himself.
