Without warning, the little drake lunged at me, its massive claws—each easily larger than my hands—slicing through the air with frightening speed.
I kicked off the ground, narrowly dodging the devastating blow.
The drake's claws crashed into the wooden floor where I'd stood just a heartbeat ago, splintering the thick bark like they were nothing more than dried twigs.
The force of the attack left its claws momentarily lodged in the wreckage.
The beast roared in frustration and pain, shaking the ground beneath us.
The stinging pain in its eyes clearly persisted, and I couldn't help but smirk inwardly.
'That damn stalker,' I thought.
At least that suicidal prick had done one useful thing before getting himself killed—he managed to injure the drake's eye.
However, as I steadied myself, a dreadful realization struck me like a bolt of ice.
'I forgot my sword.'
I glanced around quickly, but there was no trace of it.
