I tossed aside the crossbow, the bolt having failed to slow the monstrosity, cursed and drew my sword. Not the foe I had expected, I thought dodging the snapping jaws of a wyrmling. I cut down, the back of my mind noting the criticism of the strike my first swordsmaster would have made, feeling the shock down my arm as the sword bit into the creature’s spine. It fell away, limp and, I hoped, dead. Another wyrmling rushed pass, heading towards my charge.
“Beware, Covlan!” I called, pivoted and thrust, piecing the creature’s tail. It hissed and coiled back to face me. It was the largest of them and ready to strike. I caught its lunge with the flat of my blade and pushed it one way while moving in the other. Just avoiding its snapping jaws. The wyrmling coiled and paused, its yellow-green eyes half closed and wary. I spared a moment to look around. Two of the three wyrmlings that had attacked us were dead, the snake-like creatures were as large as the horses they sought to devour. Their thick scales and massive jaws made them dangerous foes and their unsatiable hunger made them implacable ones.
This creature is a strange amalgam of dragon and snake, with a massive head topped with horns and possessing mighty jaws on a thick snake-like body protected by dense scales.
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