It was time I ended things. I pulled out the Wyvern Blade and the Draconic dagger, and they both flared up with dark flames, the dark hue projecting on my skin and giving me an even more menacing look.
The ghostwave mutant cried when it saw this, its lanky eldritch mouth came apart releasing the yelp. It stormed forward, trident in hand, and lunged it at me. It was like it could sense its demise and that pushed it to the edge.
I easily dodged the thrusts, sidestepping and teleporting out of harm's way. The force from the spear made the air cool around me.
It thrust one more time, and a clang was heard, and there was like a pause between us. I bet it didn't expect me intercepting its attack, I had always dodged and moved out of harm's way. This time, I received the blow on my fiery blades and when it looked down at me, I looked up at its ugly eldritch white face, and perhaps I was imagining things, but I could see fear in those white eyes of it.
