Flash Battle - Miser Shen: FOUR: 187 words

PROMPT 4: Draw or write your character fighting Miser Shen, the Weretoad!

 

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Caspian watched the monstrosity land. Its whole figure groaned and wailed as it straightened itself. He really didn't need any of this. What he would've liked to do, was to just slip away and flee. He was no hero. Why would he fight, anyway? He had a dress to prote-

 

Ah. Right. Damnit.

 

Fine.

 

The Athos sunk his teeth to his own wrist, tearing away a patch of skin with his fangs. A trail of crimson spread itself from the wound to both sides, connecting over his light-colored scales underneath.

 

The drops of red suddenly began to dance. They followed an inaudible rhythm, assembling into shapes around Caspian's neck. Slowly they crystallized, and sharpened themselves into blades, sluggishly spinning around their master's throat.

 

It started to dawn on Caspian, that the letter hadn't been a casual party invite. Most probably, just a trap of an old geezer. The shifter lunged forward, leaping into the air. A snarl decorated his face like gold crossed a broken piece of pottery.

 

The vermilion blades sunk into the horrendous beast, its slick skin giving in like butter under a hot knife.