Howling and barking.
A big bull-headed beast charging at me, its silver, pupilless eyes full of fierce desire.
Alrik shoved me aside, lunging forwards.
The minotaur dove and penetrated his leg with its horn.
A droplet of blood adorning the earth.
Everything happened far too soon.
My fngers were covered in Alrik's blood the next instant I was tearing off a banshee's loud head.
"Ty che, suka, o'khuel blya!" I screamed at him angrily, but he was in so much anguish that my words had no effect. He was lying on his side, panting heavily and letting out a little cry every few seconds. His chest was rising and falling quickly.
As I attempted to apply pressure to the cut, I heard footsteps moving quickly behind me. Daxton collapsed to the ground next to me, asking, "What the fuck happened?"
