As John had scrabbled away, the creature's appendage had yet again disappeared underground, until it appeared again, much closer than was comfortable, bursting forth from the sand in front of him, in its entire monstrous form.
A sword made of light appeared in John's hand at that moment, solving the problem of how exactly he was supposed to defend himself from this beast. What proceeded from there was not exactly John's finest hour, but he had at least managed to stay clear of anything that resembled a tooth or claw or otherwise poky bit that might have some sort of strange and venomous substance associated with it. He managed to slash off one of the creature's appendages but unfortunately that only made it angrier.
John has no idea how he might outrun or escape this thing so, when next it comes charging at him, he calls upon the depths of his training and manages (somehow) to gut the beast before it guts him. Unfortunately, with the momentum of its attack...
The sword vanishes once it realizes its purpose is done, and John lays there on his back, pinned under the dying creature, swearing profusely in German. Will the universe decide to translate for him, he cannot say, but either way the sentiment is clear. This of course is when he hears hoofbeats, and a familiar voice, and turns his head to stare somewhat incredulously at the man at his side.
"You -- could not have arrived but five minutes earlier?" he bemoans.
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A sword made of light appeared in John's hand at that moment, solving the problem of how exactly he was supposed to defend himself from this beast. What proceeded from there was not exactly John's finest hour, but he had at least managed to stay clear of anything that resembled a tooth or claw or otherwise poky bit that might have some sort of strange and venomous substance associated with it. He managed to slash off one of the creature's appendages but unfortunately that only made it angrier.
John has no idea how he might outrun or escape this thing so, when next it comes charging at him, he calls upon the depths of his training and manages (somehow) to gut the beast before it guts him. Unfortunately, with the momentum of its attack...
The sword vanishes once it realizes its purpose is done, and John lays there on his back, pinned under the dying creature, swearing profusely in German. Will the universe decide to translate for him, he cannot say, but either way the sentiment is clear. This of course is when he hears hoofbeats, and a familiar voice, and turns his head to stare somewhat incredulously at the man at his side.
"You -- could not have arrived but five minutes earlier?" he bemoans.