The silver scale lizard roared, hastily swiping a claw at Ryker to bat him away. Ryker chose to simply take the blow, however, his now glowing sword piercing several centimeters into the lizard's throat before he was thrown aside by the claw.
Great drops of silver blood splattered everywhere as the sword sliced through the scales of the lizard's underbelly, the beast roaring in pain. On the other hand, Ryker tumbled along the wooden root before flipping back up to his feet, spitting out some blood to the side.
"Hah, hell yeah!" he cried out, dashing back in to engage, once again. He wasn't really sure why his attacks were so sharp, right now, but he knew it must have something to do with the connection he felt with the sword in his hand.
