The creature circled around for another charge, its breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts. Pyris steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly.
This time, he focused. He summoned his wind element, feeling the air around him shift. With a deep breath, he waited for the beast's next move.
The moment it charged again, Pyris channeled the wind, propelling himself to the side just in time to avoid its attack. As the creature rushed past, he slashed at its flank with his sword, a trail of flames bursting from the blade.
The beast let out a pained screech, stumbling as the fire scorched its fur. Pyris took the opening and lunged, swinging his sword in a wide arc. The blade connected with the creature's neck, severing its head in a clean strike. The body fell with a heavy thud, dark blood seeping into the ground.
Panting, Pyris stood over the fallen beast, his heart pounding in his chest. He wiped the sweat from his brow, relieved but exhausted.
