The Mist of the Mountain

Post 02

drew my sword from the sheath on my back, and the saber from the scabbard by my waist. They were finely crafted weapons, made by Creed's expert blacksmith, Clint. He was currently pulling his display rack into his shop. I ran by him, scaled a ladder by the wall two rungs at a time, and ran along it. The Freezard was looking me dead on. It drew back, opening it's mouth to freeze me where i stood. I jumped sideways and shoulder rolled, barely dodging the icy blast. The monster started slowly turning it's cold body toward me, opening it's mouth again, I jumped. Not out of the way this time, but rather, straight at the villainous thing.
    Landing on its frigid skin, I slammed my saber into its iceberg-esque flesh. Securing myself just above its mouth, I began to hack and slash at its horrid form, only to find that my Bastard Sword would get stuck in its snout. It started to shake, and instantly I knew there was no hanging on for me. I slipped off, landing at its feet, a fog of chilled air rolling off its form. It took a long drawn out intake of air. And I closed my eyes. Ready to die.

    There was a sound of splintering ice, and I chanced a look. The thing had an Iron Arrow sticking out of it's head. The force of the blow sent it reeling, nearly falling over backward. The only weapon capable of dealing that much force in a single shot was Clint's Mincemaker. A heavy crossbow that even I struggled to lift. He kept it as a last ditch if me and Ashie were to die in battle.
    "Come on boy! Get up! That thing isn't going to stay shocked forever!" He yelled at me over the Freezard's sounds of anguish.
I did exactly as he said, ungracefully getting to my feet, I fumbled my sword out of the snow, and looked back at the monstrosity. Sure enough, It was back to being fixated on my every move, waiting for me to get closer. I heard Clint trying to crank his crossbow back so he could get another shot off, but i had an idea.
    "Clint," I yelled at him "See if you can shoot one of the eyes!" He looked at me a little concerned for a second, but then understood. He brought the crossbow to his shoulder, and fired a devastating round into its right eye.
    "That good enough for ya laddie?" He asked in a raised voice, running behind the church for cover.
    "Yes, go back to the rest of the village! Keep them safe!" I replied in an equally loud voice.
He did what he was told, running back into the depths of the village. I turned my full attention to the Freezard, running up along its blind side. I found a sizable gap in its icy outer coat, and stabbed for all I was worth. It let out an angry cry, and fell apart into several smaller, much more manageable, Freezards.