Snippet #2705852

Drake sighed in relief after the troll was killed. He could hear the bull Therian grumbling and moving about beneath the wreckage of the hut which meant he was okay. Even the Dark Elf was getting her leg tended to. Everyone was okay, everyone was fine. He was alive, the troll was dead, and now... Now? Well now it was time to split the reward among, like, ten people.

Drake sighed once more. So much for making some money up north.

The ex-pirate turned to face Lailah and Alexander, that noblegirl and noble Avian. She had called him Captain Drake. Nobody up here knew him by that name. Nobody outside of Gialpha's southwestern tip knew that name at all, really. He shivered. I'm gonna have to figure out how she knows that name, and that means cornering her in private so as not to make a scene. Ugh. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and fought off the urge to shiver once more. He needed to grab his coat from the cave before he started to freeze. A bounty hunter was less effective when he had to blow his nose constantly.

As the corsair turned he heard the sudden shift of rubble and wood. A growl. A roar. Just as Drake turned Lailah screamed out and shoved the Avian out of the way of the Therian's massive axe. He watched in horror as the weapon connected with the young girl and sent her flying into the dirt as a crippled mess. The bull didn't stop. The beast kept charging with its weapon, straight for Drake. His breath hitched and his pupils dilated out of realization before he broke his minor catatonic state.

As he dashed to the side, the Therian's grip narrowly missed his arm by mere centimeters. Everything felt like it moved in slow motion for Drake in that instant. He turned as he slid on the slick grass of the village, lashing out with his sword in an attempt to catch the back of the bull's torso or calf, whichever worked honestly.