The Broken Wagon

Grotaar realized his mistake a mere few seconds too late. As he his elbow drove down into the beast, his eyes widened in shock, as the creature twisted and grabbed his elbow. The force of his strike was strong and the blow drove the beast to his knees. Grotaar attempted to apply more force, hoping to break through the creatures grasp, but it was of no use. The creature was too strong and Grotaar was not adequately prepared for the resistance the bird-man offered. The force of his blow grounded to a halt and for a split second all was still.

Then the monster began to squeeze. Grotaar roared in animalistic fury. He considered lashing out at the beast but what was left of his intelligent mind knew that such a blow would merely waste what little time he had. The beast grip was tighter than before. Grotaar knew that with his increased strength the bird-man’s own physical prowess now outstripped his own.

Then Grotaar saw it, a glint in the corner of his eye. His sword flying straight toward him! Grotaar didn’t have a moment to think. He could only act. In a single movement he grabbed his blade, twisted the hilt and stabbed downward, straight into the creature.

Nacatha bit her lip as pain coursed her her body again. Her hands clenched in fists as it started. To the outside world she was frozen for mere moments but to her it felt like minutes had pasted.

"i-i need to cutback..." she whispered to herself as she spoke watching the scene unfolding infront of her staying back since she couldnt do much to help without hitting the other man that had helped her and visa versa.

She moved quickly behind the monster looking at his back another tattoo glowed a bright orange and red color.

The thing saw the meat reach out and snag it's great shining talon. A wave of snappishness raced through his mind. He would feast yet. His good wing snapped up and buffeted the meat's head, hopefully blinding it, while he dashed around to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Grotaar felt the bird-thing twist away at the last moment. Grotaar’s blade slashed through clean air and into the soot stained ground. With a roar he pulled his blade from the mud and prepared to face the beast.