“For the thirst,” he said, “and thy wounds.” He then said a few more words and handed the horn to the dragon. His wounds healed, his burns turned a healthy pink, and the dents in his helmet disappeared. He said a few words, and the thing filled with honey mead. The Viking smiled and pulled from his belt a horn.

A shame, though- had I been able to grow, she might have made a fine mate- strong-willed and handsome when seen through reptilian eyes.” He licked his wounds to help them heal, then added, “She cursed me to be small, so got what she deserved. “It is not often I require aid in slaying a beastie.” Two battles in such a short while had parched his throat. “Thanks for the hand, mate,” the Viking croaked. He put the blades away when the dinosaur grinned in return and sat back on his haunches. Terikel turned his blades toward the slender tyranosaurus that had just saved him, and wiped his blades with a smile. With one little swipe of his sickle, the Mother Beast was harvested to his realm and both he and her disappeared to leave this tale. Death finally finished updating his app and saw in his portable agenda that his appointment had indeed been changed, and stepped in. Together, the old Viking and the young dino tore Mother Beast to bits. He hefted his blades and rushed into the fray with a battlecry of pure joy at this second chance to fight and slay. He took one look at the Mother Beast, another at the young dinosaur that was attacking her, and made his choice. The Viking regained both his feet and his sword to rise like a great wave from the swell of tossing battle. Death was now a spectator as the two beasts tussled and fought. In that instant the situation had changed. It landed on the head of the huge Mother Beast with a resounding smack.

It was a rather small but furious lizard barreling down the mountainside with mayhem on its mind.

He made a mental note to check his agenda and the front page of RTWH more closely in the future.Īnother beast was approaching. As he stepped forward, however, he promptly turned to face the Beast, put down his sickle, and watched an unexpected development occur. The Beast took a step forward and licked her chops in anticipation.ĭeath lifted his sickle for the final moment. He was helpless with his sword just out of reach from the fall, and his axe blunted and notched and utterly useless in his present position. She easily cleared what would have been a constricting trap by the mouth to advance upon the fallen Northman. The Mother of the Beast was emerging from the cave, with her fangs dripping with liquid hate and poisonous vengeance. Terikel was flat on his back after tripping over the tail of the Beast. Posted by Terikel Grayhair on December 11, 2011

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