63. Chapter Sixty-Three
Blood pours from my throat, almost faster than my magyck can heal it. My tail’s coated in his, though. Good enough for me.
We broke away mutually to catch our breath.
The ground isn’t too far away. Up to this point, I’ve been testing him; seeing what he knows.
Unlike me, he doesn’t have an orbed eye that can at least fill in the relative blanks on one side of my body.
He’s blind on the right side, making the perfect weakness.
It’s like he was too pompous to get an orb, preferring for the world to view it as a wound.
And that’s his folly, because I’ve crafted my wounds into armor.
I’m sorry it’s come to this, he says, sounding tired. I never told you this, but my father did things to me, too.
I don’t care. The cycle ends with me.
This time, I take him by surprise by diving for his clubbed tail.
When it’s between my fangs, I bank hard to the left; using every bit of power possible, I swing his body.
Using the momentum, I clamp down on scales, muscle, and bone.
When the centrifugal force slings him away, I hear the gratifying snap of his tail.
Blood fills my mouth as his clubbed tail rips away, falling to the ground.