Lyle stood, panting, on top of what seemed to be a rock. His robes had been sliced all over and there was blood seeping out of them. His hands were bloodied and there were speckles of blood on his face, as if he had been showered in a spray. He hopped off of the "rock" and looked at it carefully. The Sun God knew, he thought it would never die.
No matter how much he sliced or clawed at it, it seemed to recover at an unimaginable pace. He had spent the last ten minutes fighting---no, dodging and attacking---this senseless creature that simply wouldn't stay down no matter how many vital parts he hit. Eventually, after struggling for so long, he managed to remove its heart and slice its neck in the same breath. That in itself was definitely a miracle.
