The Shadows - Part 9

It urgently moved its head, trying to bite at his fingers. And then its front leg back to move too, trying to reach behind it. But the limb lacked the dexterity of a human one, and it was unable to do much more than shake Beam to and fro.

Finally, in a latch ditch effort of panic, the Gorebeast dove to the floor, attempting to roll onto its back. But by now, Beam was already off it. His sword that had been tossed away was back in its hand.

The Gorebeast was rolling around on its back, shrieking anxiously, when its eyes fell upon Beam, and the glinting steel in its hand. The two of them glared at its exposed belly, and they both moved together, only, Beam was faster. His sword ran up the soft flesh of its underside, spilling its guts.

With a whine of pain and the pooling of much blood, the creature lost its life.

Beam was breathing heavily as he knelt on the ground, using his sword to hold himself upright.