Hanging by a Thread

The run turned into a sprint as a young Flesh Reaver left behind by its pack gave chase. Flesh Reavers were born to kill and had lived in a tribe designed for it they were cruel merciless and savage but the worst part is their strength.

"Cant these damn beasts die" I howled running forward faster than ever before but it seemed all for not the damn beast was faster and stronger than I. The only good news is that it had no weapon while I had one I was utterly inept at swinging the blade.

After running for minutes the damn beast was closing in and would be within slashing distance any moment I unsheathed the blade and held it in a reverse grip which was more than difficult due to its surprising weight. I then heard the damn beast stop and howl and as it did so I turn around and rammed the sword forward catching it unawares.

Sadly my aim did not hold true and while I stabbed it the thing hardly did much damage the lower right stomach seemed to hardly damage the thing and as it slashed yowling in pain I fell to my back pulling the sword out with me. The beast despite its apparent pain jumped on me and coincidently onto the sword stabbing in its upper left chest and by some grace of the 3 holy ones it died.

I felt something warm fill my body like a warm bath for my whole body I could feel my body get marginally stronger so slight I might not have noticed it without the sensation of my body heating up.

I pushed the Young Flesh Reaver off and looked at it tanned bloody skin no hair or whites in the eyes and a young face of a human thing likely no older than 15 similar to me yet so very wrong.

"Is this what the knights mentioned by fighting giving strength?" I muttered pulling the bloody sword out the thing and looking around seeing just a faint road traveled by few but still held some semblance of worn travel.

I then heard a howl coming from where I ran from only one but it seemed frantic likely a relative of this one I pushed myself to keep moving but the howling got closer and closer and soon I saw it an adult while just as dumb and unintelligible the strength is incomparable the beast is in its prime likely 20-25 and had the defined body and scars to show for it.

One look was all I needed to know this wasn't a fight I would win with luck the thing was carrying an old farmers hoe likely something from the town but was stained in dark red blood that's yet to dry. It sprinted faster than horses gallop and I knew that if I didn't think and think quick I would be adding a new coat of blood to that hoe.

I found a small sand dune no larger than a small dog but it extended far enough to not easily allow him to attack I ran faster than I have ever before and crawled into the tiny dune and put my back against the wall watching the hole vigilantly.

It didn't take long for the damn thing to peek its ugly head in the hole and try attacking from a distance using some small rocks that stung when they hit but hardly hurt anything and then it used the hoe trying to get some angle of attack on me but the hole was just deep enough that is only kicked up some sand and moved it around.

It then growled yelled and wormed its way in I had my sword out shaking waiting for any chance to hit the damn beast as it snarled and moved quick I then slammed the sword on the crown of its head tearing the skin before getting caught on some bone or what I could only assume to be bone by this point its yowling in pain and im pushing the sword praying It'll break through and ill be safe sadly fate had other plans and it was dislodged by frantic shaking.

I then Lifted it again and slammed down trying desperately to kill it before it get to me it did some minor damage and wounds but nothing deep enough it then grabbed my sword with its bare hand and tried to pull it away which almost succeeded before its hand split and it cried out allowing me stab at its eyes once again so close but it didn't die I then went for slashes hoping to push it back while weeping.

"Die you damn thing why wont you die die die die die!!!!!!!!" I thrust forward with everything in my body pushing against the dune using it to slam the sword on its body getting it stuck in it it screamed and scratched my arm causing blood to flow but I kept pushing until it struggled no more and I felt a wave of heat much hotter than before causing my body to convulse and lose consciousness.