With a thunderous bang, the colossal lizard's body crashed onto the ground, blood seeping from its battered and bruised skin. The figure responsible for the onslaught was none other than the tall man with a face full of scars.
The lizard's flesh bore the scars of battle, weeping crimson onto the cold ground. Its once majestic tail, now brutally cropped, twitched in the dirt. The man delivered a crushing blow to its head, eliciting a gut-wrenching scream from the creature.
Blood spewed from its mouth in a gruesome arc. Sensing its impending doom, the creature attempted to escape.
"Not so fast," said the man, a hint of cold determination in his voice.
Turning to one of the guards standing beside the prince, he spoke with commanding authority, "Cladwell, lend me your spear."
Without hesitation, Cladwell swiftly tossed the long spear into the waiting grasp of the bearded warrior.
