Destined By The Goddess
Small eyes shone like wet rubies.
The tip of the spear grated against a long claw, leaving only a few notches on it. The spider hissed low, its mandibles snapping. He was in no hurry to attack. He danced in place, not letting the werewolf get around him and not letting him get closer. Someone else’s terrible scream whipped Markat like a red-hot whip: he rushed forward, slipping to the ground at the last moment, rolled under the opponent’s belly, jumped up, ready to turn around and howled from burning pain: the spider turned too quickly after him and casually touched him: the claw ripped open leather jacket, shirt and leather underneath. Aznar still managed to put out a spear, but the enemy d
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