Fleeting Memories

Chapter 36: What really matters...

The undead dragon's mouth snapped shut like a bear trap. Its teeth clashed against one another, gnashing inward to secure its jaws as much as it could. The dragon, upon closing its mouth shut began shifting its position, moving back to gain better distance...

"One left, seven to go..." It thought as an unbelievably sharp curve formed on the edge of its scaly mouth; its smirk showed its arrogance and the newfound confidence it had developed after eliminating one of the formidable adversaries.

That being said, it couldn't afford to sustain such a wound again, its body was in a dire state, and shifting its eyes over, it found its tail still flopping away on the ground, pouring buckets of blood on everyone; the remaining nerves of the organ made the tail spasm greatly.

Realizing the disparity of strength between his compared to theirs, he had set his sights on going into the defensive, only attacking when the moment calls for it... But the moment he backed off closer toward the walls of the atrium, he felt something move in his mouth.

It could only be one thing... cat-kind he had trapped in his mouth. He was dumbfounded, he swore that he had at least torn a limb whilst in the process of capturing it, how was it still alive? Struggling to think properly and proceed right away, he attempted to breathe forth fire...

Hoping that the flames that came to exit his mouth would burn the beastman into nothing but a pile of ash. However, the moment it gathered mana into his fire sac, it felt a sudden jolt of pain course through the roof of his mouth.

Something was stabbing right through and he could do nothing but regret snapping its jaw at the insane beastman in the first place. A second after the pain began, the tip of a silver blade pierced right through the dragon's mouth; the blade still shining brightly under the moonlight.

The glorious sight showered me with a wave of relief, yet the battle was still very much ongoing. Seeing how his comrade was still alive and kicking, the two Mila brothers made no hesitation in the preparation of attack and quickly, a device was soon put together before us all.

Meanwhile, Maxel was clawing his way right out of the jaws of the beast. With an arm missing, he was essentially only able to wield his two-handed blade with one hand, though he was by no means weaker than he previously was. He exerted his strength, pouring aura into his own blade.

A bright blue layer covered his blade and pushing his blade further through the roof of the dragon's mouth, his screams of agony mixed in with the deafening roars of the beast; the voice amplified multiple times he stood right next to the source of the noise.

Unable to cover his ears, he endured the pain that blew through his very eardrums and continued to push his blade through the dragon's mouth; blood trickling down the furry ears of the cat-kind beastman from the absurdly loud noise.

With limited options, Maxel continued his attacks, now pushing his blade horizontally to slice through the mouth of the beast that foolishly trapped him. Initially, it seemed as if it wasn't going to work as he had envisioned it to be...

Merely an inch was being cut through with each second that passed. Yet, he wasn't one to give up, and pouring every ounce of his available strength, he brute forced his way forth and in one fell swoop, sliced through the mouth of the creature in a smooth manner...

His blade sliced from the roof of the dragon's mouth, toward its snout and down where he stood. It was truly a sight to behold. Blood was everywhere; the viscous liquid staining Maxel's fur while the rest of the liquid gushed down the dragon's throat.

It could bear no more of the pain and instinctively the dragon spat out the beastman like a piece of gum; Maxel flew off into the distance covered in a disgusting layer of saliva and thick dark red blood belonging to the undead draconian.