Snippet #2740576

Tahra felt herself grinning stupidly at the boy beside her, a response to his smile and small talk that was just so perfectly out place. She also liked that he didn't seem stupid. Good head on his shoulders, despite the insanity of the situation.

"I'm Tahra, and that seems fair."

She gave her Little Fury a practice swing in the direction of the (now clearly furious) blue monster. His one eye seemed to spin in his head, torn between two different opponents at his feet. The creature was like a real live Legend of Zelda villain. His eye was his weakness! Well...that and his...low hanging fruit...

Tahra chuckled, as an idea came over her.

"Aaron! I have an idea!" She readied herself, seeking the energy she would need for a short sprinting burst of speed. "I'm going to get him to bend low--when I do, go for the eye!" And with that, Tahra charged again, sword high above her head, aiming for the monsters exposed nethers.

She felt the metal connect with something somewhat soft as she jabbed upwards while darting between the beast's legs. The scream of agony, and sudden looming shadow and girth of monster told her she'd hit her mark. Roaring and clutching his wounded manhood, the monster reached for Tahra as she attempted to clear out behind him.

"Now!" Tahra shouted, just as the creature's massive hand closed around her. Tahra became suddenly very aware if how frail and small her shoulder bones and ribs were as the hand began to squeeze her. Twisting her wrists uncomfortably, she gouged the offending hand for her freedom and hoped Aaron would hit his mark too. Dying seemed really uncomfortable.