POV Marcello
I didn't even need to look to guess what happened correctly; the creature had used its tail to hit my armored hand, which I had placed over one of its wings, and the pikes had managed to pierce it.
'This little-' I wanted to cuss it, but I was then overwhelmed by the pain as the creature began pulling its tail backward, using its spikes to tear through the armor, and trying to release poison inside. As the creature kept repeating these steps, many more wounds appeared on my right hand, with each subsequent wound getting worse and worse.
"Calm the fuck down, stupid fucking lizard!" I shouted as I started lifting the armored arms that were pressing the wings down, and I shifted them towards the tail as the creature began roaring in frustration. It was also hissing extremely loudly at me, but whenever it tried to turn its head to face me, I pushed it towards its left side.
