One last struggle
The Hell hound hesitated. It had not expected a direct confrontation. No one had ever dared to do so. Then it lunged, claws ripping at Elven hunter's chest, giving a blow so powerful that no ordinary Elf could have withstood. But Crispin was no ordinary Elf. As an Elven hunter he was trained to withstand all sorts of punishment. The best of the best. staggering for only a second, he wa back on his feet again, with fierce determination mirrored in his eyes. Slowly, the two circled each other, trying to find an opening in the others defense. The Hell hound gave a loud howl that send waves of terror running through the elven hunter. Again it sprang forward, quick and silent. But Crispin was quicker. He sidestepped, and thrust his sword deep into the flesh of the demon. The Hell hound shrugged off the blow as if it meant nothing. It moved quickly to the other side before the Elven hunter could attempt another attack.
Crispin smiled despite his injuries. His long years of training had served him well. He knew the creature of the dark was deadly but so was he. The Hell hound was getting more aggressive by the minute, impatient by how long the fight was taking. Before the Elven hunter knew it, it was atop him, reaping and tearing at his arms and face. Crispin cried out in pain and gathering his strength, gave a powerful kick to the abdomen of the demon. To his suprise, the demon retreated, pain reflecting in its eyes. Crispin scrambled to his feet. Blood and sweat bathed his face. Unbearable pain swept through his body. A few moments he knew he would be down and unconcious. He had to end this fight now. Taking a gamble, the experienced Elven hunter collapsed unto the floor of the cavern. he had to decieve the Hell hound into believing he was too exhausted to fight. Grabbing a rock, Crispin hurled it at the monstrous beast. The Hell hound barely moved as the rock struck it. Then it howled in glee. If this was the best the Elf could manage then finishing it off should be a piece of cake. Thinking it secured its victory, the Hell hound pounced on the fallen warrior. But Crispin was ready.
With the sword gripped tightly in both hands, he thrust it deep into the throat of the demon. The demon howled loudly, failing to conceal the pain and injury that had been done to it. But it was not finished with the Elven hunter. Feeling its life slowly slipping away, the Hell hound continued to rip at Crispin. Crispin knew it was now or never. Reaching into his boots for his favorite weapon, a wicked looking dagger, he pushed the entire dagger into the abdomen of the Hell hound. This time the Hell hound could not take it anymore. Thick green blood was gushing out its throat and abdomen. With his last ounce of strength, Crispin heaved the demon away from him. It struggled for a few minutes before laying down going still and lifeless never to torment anything again.
This is the first time a Hell hound set out to hunt and destroy something and fail. Crispin surveyed the battlefield, green blood mixed with blue, decorating the cavern floor. He rested a few minutes before setting out for Arborlorn to report to the King that Hell hounds are loose in Elven territory. News like this couldnt wait because an Elven hunter was tired.
The Hell hound hesitated. It had not expected a direct confrontation. No one had ever dared to do so. Then it lunged, claws ripping at Elven hunter's chest, giving a blow so powerful that no ordinary Elf could have withstood. But Crispin was no ordinary Elf. As an Elven hunter he was trained to withstand all sorts of punishment. The best of the best. staggering for only a second, he wa back on his feet again, with fierce determination mirrored in his eyes. Slowly, the two circled each other, trying to find an opening in the others defense. The Hell hound gave a loud howl that send waves of terror running through the elven hunter. Again it sprang forward, quick and silent. But Crispin was quicker. He sidestepped, and thrust his sword deep into the flesh of the demon. The Hell hound shrugged off the blow as if it meant nothing. It moved quickly to the other side before the Elven hunter could attempt another attack.
Crispin smiled despite his injuries. His long years of training had served him well. He knew the creature of the dark was deadly but so was he. The Hell hound was getting more aggressive by the minute, impatient by how long the fight was taking. Before the Elven hunter knew it, it was atop him, reaping and tearing at his arms and face. Crispin cried out in pain and gathering his strength, gave a powerful kick to the abdomen of the demon. To his suprise, the demon retreated, pain reflecting in its eyes. Crispin scrambled to his feet. Blood and sweat bathed his face. Unbearable pain swept through his body. A few moments he knew he would be down and unconcious. He had to end this fight now. Taking a gamble, the experienced Elven hunter collapsed unto the floor of the cavern. he had to decieve the Hell hound into believing he was too exhausted to fight. Grabbing a rock, Crispin hurled it at the monstrous beast. The Hell hound barely moved as the rock struck it. Then it howled in glee. If this was the best the Elf could manage then finishing it off should be a piece of cake. Thinking it secured its victory, the Hell hound pounced on the fallen warrior. But Crispin was ready.
With the sword gripped tightly in both hands, he thrust it deep into the throat of the demon. The demon howled loudly, failing to conceal the pain and injury that had been done to it. But it was not finished with the Elven hunter. Feeling its life slowly slipping away, the Hell hound continued to rip at Crispin. Crispin knew it was now or never. Reaching into his boots for his favorite weapon, a wicked looking dagger, he pushed the entire dagger into the abdomen of the Hell hound. This time the Hell hound could not take it anymore. Thick green blood was gushing out its throat and abdomen. With his last ounce of strength, Crispin heaved the demon away from him. It struggled for a few minutes before laying down going still and lifeless never to torment anything again.
This is the first time a Hell hound set out to hunt and destroy something and fail. Crispin surveyed the battlefield, green blood mixed with blue, decorating the cavern floor. He rested a few minutes before setting out for Arborlorn to report to the King that Hell hounds are loose in Elven territory. News like this couldnt wait because an Elven hunter was tired.