The blow was too quick to be effective, slicing through broken benches and debris next to the beast. Already the fire flowed from it once more, driving back its opponent, blinding him...
Ruhn realized that this was no equal contest. The monster would not trade blows with him, or give him the chance to use his weapon properly. He was striving against a god, an Ancient who had many lifetimes to perfect his art. The flames kept swirling about him, paralyzing, suffocating... finally pinning him against the wall, and the monster all the while preparing for a death blow, its tail curling, arching upwards into the dark above.
