Its flesh was the color of the lake when it shimmered in the autumn sunshine, its eyes huge and ice-blue, cold like the depths of winter. It was huge, its mouth full of dagger-shaped teeth that he knew had to be sharper than razors.
After all, the worm that had spawned it had teeth that were the same.
First blood will be to me. It has to know that.
It spotted him as he dashed across the ice, his footing as certain as ever, as if he was running on dirt. He had a knack for running on ice—he always had. The worm roared at him in challenge, its huge eyes narrowing an instant before it spat venom in his direction.
Thordin swore and threw himself flat against the ice, skidding several feet across its surface as the venom spattered the frozen lake a few feet behind him. His stomach heaved.
That’s a new trick.
That was when he realized his battleax was no longer in his hand.
Shit.
His eyes roamed, searching the ice for the fallen weapon. There, maybe two feet away, beyond the reach of his outstretched arm.
The worm bellowed again. Thom and Matt were shouting at him to get up, to move.
“Stay where you are!” he shouted back.
He rolled to the side, intending to come to his feet. More venom spattered the ice.
Thank the powers that be that this thing has terrible aim. He glanced up toward the beast, ice crunching as the giant, snake-shaped creature heaved itself up onto the surface of the frozen lake, moving toward him faster than it should have been able to.
Not good!
His hand closed around the haft of his ax.
What the hell did its sire—
Its shadow crossed over him. Thordin threw himself onto his back, swinging his weapon at the lindworm’s throat as its toothy maw descended, teeth flashing in the afternoon sun.
His world went black.
That was went….? should be when im guessing – sorry but i can’t help it! 🙂
This is why Erin shouldn’t write this when she’s half asleep 🙂 Fixed.