Snippet #2474963

The Raging Sandstorm hit Drake hard. Even in his make shift ...cover Drake was taking a beating, with the winds increasing in speed the harder the sand pelted his face. He knew even with his eyes closed that he must look like he was made of sand. The storm had been raging for around a full minute when the winds became stronger then they had ever been before. The heat was chocking even if he had his mouth covered. He was forced to put his face into the ground. It was a few seconds later when he herd the crunching sound of a foot step right next to his face. he knew it was right next to him otherwise he would never heard it over the raging winds. Without hesitating Drake slowed his breath, every instinct was yelling at him to not move. He was perfectly camouflaged almost buried in sand. Whatever it was it stood there for a few seconds, yet for each seconds Drake felt his heart beat with the force of a dozen drums. He was sure the entity would hear his heart.

After a few more seconds the foot steeps walked away. Staying there for a few more minutes the sand storm progressively became weaker. Finlay the winds grew week enough to Drake to lift himself out ofi the sand. The hot Grains pored out of his hair and his clothes almost like he was a fountain. The air was cool, at least it was in comparison to what it was within the vortex.

"God dammit, that was not fun" he said to himself. He stood up and more sand fell out of his......everywhere. He was about to clean himself further when he noised something 40 feet away from him. It was a large bird of some sort, it had four leg's and one very large wing. Were there was to be a second wing there was a bleeding stump. It skin looked dry and scaly and feathers only covered parts of its body. Drake could not tell if it was because the storm had taken them off or it was shedding the feathers. It had a tail with a large cubed end and was stumbling along for its left foremost leg was clearly broken.

Drake now looking at this large beast was quite puzzled what to do with this find. Drake was Hungary. Drake was thirsty. and the thing in front of him was clearly at its weakest. Now the problem was that drake was also week right now, although his constitution had surprised him up to this point he was by no means in prime shape. The other problem being that this phyn was still large, 3 meters long and 2 high. it may be even bigger seeing how is was hunching over its snapped limb.

screw it ....why not Looking back at the storm that was not in the distance Drake drew his knifes. His two blades were a long knife with a serrated edge meant for tearing though flesh, with a tip that was good for stabbing. The second knife he had was a cleaver meant for hacking though bone. When drake was first learning to become a cook he believed the knives were ill suited for the task but he soon learned that with all the phyn that he had to cut up for meals he soon came to believe that anything else and they would never have had any good meals except for ones witch they could boil the meet off of.

Treading as lightly as he could Drake began to run around the beast to get to its blind spot. with almost no sound being made he began to approach his prey, the two blades as the ready to kill the beast. From looking at its anatomy a kill kill was almost impossible, its heart was almost defiantly located in its chest and the serrated knife was not able to find its way in deep enough to find the mark so, the safest way for Drake to secure the kill would be to cripple it with his opening attack. It had wings so a lot of its muscles would be on its back. With its left front leg broken if he could cut enough muscles to make it so it cant use its right it would be easy pickings. "Lets do this!" He yelled as he jumped onto the beast back sinking his cleaver into its flesh.