Arthur lunged forward, his fists hammering into the black beast's hide with ferocity born not of technique but sheer primal instinct.
Each strike was met with claws swiping dangerously close, slashing through the space he occupied moments before. Fedlimid retaliated with a heavy paw aimed at his head, the blow narrowly avoided as Arthur ducked and spun, his movements erratic yet fueled by desperation.
The fight pressed further into the ravaged farmlands, its confines too tight for either to fully stretch their strength.
The walls of a barn themselves bore the marks of their battle, deep claw gouges and scorched stone from the heat radiating off Arthur's body.
The black beast reared up, its jagged claws raking a stone wall, sending a cascade of debris down. One shard caught Arthur on the shoulder, tearing through flesh. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain as blood seeped into his torn shirt.
