Rage of the Black Dog

“There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
A gloomy girl of wide shoulders and strong hands was hitting and tempering a sword twice her size over a blacksmith anvil. No emitting a single sound, at times she held her breath to then open her mouth and held the precious air filling her lungs, fearing to break into tears. The only sound filling the room was the one of the red-hot coals of the clay oven waiting to be used in some new infernal machine settled to cut and take someone else life, like hell itself made them so efficient that they were. She hammered again and again the sword in a violent swing that seemed to have no end, because it never seemed to finish the job she had to do, when she had finished perfecting and even an imperfection she found another to take its place, being trapped in an eternal drumming. There were barely a couple more hours of sun, and soon it would be difficult for her to see with so much darkness and bad illumination only produced by the red coals in the oven and the implacable shadows formed under the starry sky, but she kept insisting on finishing with the piece that precise day, because her mission couldn’t wait any longer.
Finally, a sound broke with the metallic knocking of the hammer over the long sword that the woman was perfecting. A wooden door creaked opening gave a way to a brunette with just a piece of cloth covering her wet body, entering through the principal entrance which look directly to the small lake in front of the blacksmith cabin without paying attention to the other girl just went by until she reached the door that lead to the rest of the cabin, hurrying her steps to get inside and pic up her clothes, having little shame in case her partner bothered to look up from her work, knowing that she would not, but still not wanting to wet the floor. After drying and getting dressed, she tried to take a moment to diagonally braid her hair, putting a green headband on her hair to give shape to everything, as if they were the individual bristles of a wicker basket, besides getting a coat made of wool and leather of a ram from the remote mountains of the Valley of the Knights. After returning to her partner, putting a hand on her shoulder, with some concern in her posture, quite rigid and slow movements. The response was a small sudden twitch of the other woman's body, stopping and suddenly being abstracted from her task. Both looked at each other for two dead seconds, until the brunette spoke.
-Zhu…Zhureth, it’s getting late, you should sleep now. You spent the whole day on that sword, give a break to your arms… -She said dragging the last syllables of “arm” while watching how the contrary just ignore her and went back to her work. With her mind almost in blank, without knowing what to say, trying to get any smart mark out of her own mouth finally went blank. And between looking for something to say and finding herself actually without anything to say, Zhureth he had redoubled his efforts on the sword, striking harder and faster with the hammer.
The request of her friend had brought her back to reality, but that (reality) just scared and rushed Zhureth, whose hair, in her increased efforts, was bothering in her face. After a few seconds where she felt how her companion didn’t move of her place and just watch how she kept beating the longsword, like a dear one watches a relative fight against an addiction in the floor, broken and without allowing herself anything else, then she dropped the tools letting them fall to the floor. The light skin of her hands now was as red as an open wound, almost bleeding in fact, contrasting and being easily detected in comparison with the rest of her skin, completely pale, with just the tan of someone forced to leave her home at a too early age. Passed her arm trough her face, rubbing her eyes and characteristic long nose, while containing the tears and some snot, result of the last thing.
-Can’t stop… I stayed too long resting, it comes today and I’m not ready yet…- It cost an effort to open her mouth, to her was like opening an old arch full of forbidden secrets that humanity was never bound to know. -We are. - The brunette interrupted her in a sententious tone and certainly decided.

I Am. – Zhureth rectified. - It’s preferable that just one of us goes, I’m the strongest and a few months ago I preferred to work alone, Hermes, let go alone. – Zhureth got up from her small wooden sit and raise her hands to Hermes’ face. - Look at them, was my choice cause this, all for this moment and I’m telling you that I’m going alone, we already discuss this plenty of times and this is the last.

Hermes fell silent, she knew that in some way she was right, it was better if she went alone, since the only thing that this time she would only hinder and put herself in the middle of the range of attack of such a sword. She just held her hands from her wrists, looking into her eyes, as close to tears as her friend was, sliding her hands down her toned arms to her elbows and then her back, embracing her without intending to let her go. Finally, in the privacy of that cabin of the old Hermit Smith, they both allowed themselves to mourn the weight on their backs, clinging to each other and promising that they would come alive from all that, together. Then, Hermes stayed with Zhureth in the small room, trying to bandage his hands and then letting her to continue with the work on the sword. While she, in the same room occupied preparing his black leather armour studded.
Once Zhu finished detailing the sword with a chisel, finally was able to lift it and admire it in all its splendour. A sword capable of penetrating the reinforced iron armor of a Clibanarii with everything and horse, so big that she in her meter eighty was still missing tens of centimetres to be in the half of it, distributing ten kilograms of the best iron that was in all the continent for "Yuria", so heavy that it could not be lifted by a normal man, four times longer and thicker than a normal sword, was like using the column of a temple to cut people in two, as if it was a piece of iron natural. Under no circumstances was a normal sword, it was the fruit of the work of months of effort and love for a daughter; giving his last breaths of life to do it and her own blood to temper her Zhureth's father had achieved a wonder of the smithy as Memento for her only daughter, entrusting her with the last details.
After the sword was complete, she put on the armour, leather dyed black reinforced with iron plates from the same batch with which Yuria Forever was granted, while the leather was obtained from the skin of deer of war, used by the elusive semi men of the forest, the Nar'Vanti, taking years to get enough leather for a full-body armour given the slippery nature of these creatures and the huge pitched battle that broke out once one of them was found. Similar iron for similar leather. With the breastplate made from two layers of leather crossed and joined with screws, shoulder pads and leather gauntlets covered with a thin layer of iron, approximately two millimetres according to the measurements of Zhureth, with greaves mostly from Iron, leaving little room for leather, with heavy boots with chains connected from the laces to the joints of the belt of the greaves. The gloves also had a modest amount of iron, preferably to beat until semi-unconsciousness with just one struck to anyone who could approach Zhu with a sour face. And finally, she enlisted her sword and some thrown daggers that she could electrify if given the chance.
At nightfall, Hermes gave to the girl a torch and a small scold for her attitude, so eager and reckless. Also hugged her tight and left a smacking Kiss in her cheek. - You have the eyes of your father, green when lightened by the sun. - The she pushed her forward, cheering to keep going, laughing and spanking her just before she left, shouting out that she had to ”Be back in one piece”. Finally, Zhureth left the hermitage and, in the distance, could see what she had been chasing for so long; a band of reptilian mercenaries, hundreds of them, approaching the town of Paschendale, which a few days ago had visited both friends. They were looking for the leader of that band to make him eat the cold iron of her sword, to kill him in any way that was painful and slow, and finally after much waiting and investigating, they had arrived in this village, where Zhureth would infiltrate and kill his leader at any cost.
A terrible winter was falling over Aldebaran, with the grey mountains of madness casting an unbreakable shadow on everything and everyone in the vale, with last merchant caravans leaving the small city, built at the feet of the mountain, when the day was ending, just in time for the huge shadow that hovered over the whole place which was about to join with the west to form the night.
On that insignificant corner of Aldebaran, attached to the east of the mountains of madness, the town of Paschendale had been built four centuries ago for humans and minotaur equally, feeling a deep friendship these last ones with just a few human cultures, but with the Saxons they had made an exception, for the moment. The city counted with less than three hundred of inhabitants, remaining through the mining of metals like iron and copper of the great mines that surround and flank the Gray mountains, besides that on these mountains it was possible to mine a characteristic stone that gave the name to the mountains, which was highly bought by overseas pathers to build the temples to their gods whose names were so complicated for the people of Paschendale that they hardly wanted to know who they were selling the grey slab. Finally, night had fall, and war torches rise in the horizon. That night everyone in the small town were alert, since it wasn’t a common band of looters, they were better organized and armed than any band of tramps eager to set fire to villages. They were a band of reptilian looters and mercenaries from the other half of the continent of Aldebaran, coming from the Shugon Jungles y de Seleucid deserts. Harassed by humans and minotaurs of the deserts many reptilians had focused their lives to pillage or had become full time mercenaries, conforming a great amount of band of bandits and looters prowling the whole continent, even when most of them never had big significances due not having a capable leader, just the first moron who could kill the current leader and that formula repeating till tiredness. But rarely does a band appear whose leader overcomes his thirst for blood and violence with his intelligence, both tactical and emotional, knowing perfectly at what moment to withdraw the troops from which flank before they break if the things go wrong, or where to attack the enemy in a way so that they have no choice but to surrender. Knowing how to handle large numbers of violent people with pointy sticks was the first part of the war, the rest was to know where those sticks would sting the most, and in that way a small warlord in some years and with much luck could become master of his own province and hold it for a few years until everything is falling apart under its own ineptitude. In any case, this large band approaching Paschendale was one of those that if it wasn’t stopped, instead of burning the entire village, raping the women, murdering the men and selling the rest in slavery, they could take over all the people and make it their own, ruling with an iron fist all the city and its surrounding area until some other warlord or the surviving peasants revealed against to expel them or get killed. When the torches and war drums could be seen and heard from the horizon the whole village began to prepare, it was a surprise attack, so everyone prepared in a hurry, equipping the armour they had, the oil traps for the five meters high fence, the minotaur guard, archery commanders brought from distant lands to teach the locals, etc. With a total of two hundred archers ready to fight in less than twenty minutes the first defences were almost ready, then the defenders of the palisade next to the aforementioned archers put the oils and tar to boil, waiting to throw it to the looters as soon as they were in range, all standing on a platform built on the palisade or inside the watchtowers built on it. After the sentries gave an estimate of the enemy troops, all the hunters in the area were called, and they were quickly instructed in the use of the military arch, to post them on the stockade to help to repel the enemy, according to the estimates they surpassed. to the guard of the city from two to one.
On foot troops took position patrolling the city, corroborating that all citizens were safe or that the attack is not a distraction for a forced entry by a different angle. The troops on foot mostly had veterans and mercenaries from other lands, hired swords who were hired by city merchant ships to protect them from pirates, elite guards of minotaurs also known as The Order of the Scarlet Horn, some warriors that just by chance had decided to spend the night in the village and remained trapped when all this happened, and some other farmers willing to give their lives to protect the place where they live. In total they had four hundred soldiers standing with previous military experience, together with another two hundred peasants with weapons next to archers in the palisades, and another two hundred archers dispersed in the towers and the wooden walls.
On the other hand, the troops of Warlord Count concentrate a total of two thousand irregular troops, where archers, light troops or anyone else could not be distinguished from the rest. Everything was an almost reportable mass of lizards almost or larger than a normal human standing on its two legs, shouting insults while holding a thick sword, a mace full of dried blood, lots of javelins, axes or spears, along with heavy armour Chain mail or heavy black iron plates, nothing was heavy enough for them. Some mounted some exotic beast from beyond the east, like some hunter raptor or a Bengal tiger, although in these times and out of their habitat many raptors died because of the weather, which made them a rare mount of this particular army in this particular moment.
They also enlisted a handful of Efreets, but their numbers were only a couple of dozen and in an official statistic of some kingdom they would never appear, but under the command of the Warlord Count those beasts of granite and magma twice as high that a minotaur in his adult age could throw down a granite tower alone, and not to mention wooden palisades that could easily bear with a whole rain of incendiary arrows, the amounts of lava and fire that those titans could use made these war tactics look like children games. Of the total of two thousand, seven hundred swelled the ranks of the saddled reptilians, while the others were individual warriors in search of glory for themselves, or almost titans. The contiguous woods when touched by the Efreets simply set themselves on fire, delaying the invaders a little longer and alerting the garrison of what they would face shortly, for which the captain of on foot guard, Captain Corvak, next to the Captain of Archers, Captain Tavin, met with his trusted counsellors to be able to decipher the precise way to deal with such threat. They knew they had no weapon against the Efreets, the city did not have any sorcerer or shaman or druid, it was always a free market city and that kind of things scare away the elusive magicians and other oddities. In a desperate move they sent the sailors whom they had among their ranks to sing to the gods of the depths and ask for rain that could calm the anger of the black granite towers walkers, or already of some miracle that could help them save to the town. During the meeting of captains, the enemy troops had already entered in rank for the archers, a sub official was running to warn of this to the officials of high rank and all together ran to the palisade. Tavin, ordered a rain of arrows, giving the order to load and then shot for the troops. Using marine spyglasses, one could estimate the distance of the reptiles, and thanks to their torches could deduce how many had fallen in combat thanks to the rain of arrows. Watchers in each tower counted the fallen that they could, then added them and came to an estimate of the casualties, while preparing for the next surge. Before they could cross gazes between the two armies, a total of thirteen surges were released, killing an estimated two hundred reptilians, perhaps less. For the arrows were difficult target being so heavily armed, most of the arrows were not able to cross their hard armour and scales, which not achieved much damage. Some lost arrow in the eyes managed to blind and then kill some of them with the shock, others died of so many arrows lodged in their skulls. The truth was that the arrows had not achieved half of what they were estimated to do, so the battle would be decided in the melee. The reptilians were known to never abandon a battle, always fighting to death, so cause as many tactical casualties that they were forced to retreat was not a viable strategy, the concentration of forces in the weak flank was not an alternative either, since it was very uncommon for them to break formation and surrender when they were being surrounded by a force that appeared to be greater or alreadyc there was no weak flank. They seemed more like an uncontrollable force of nature, an unstoppable force that only knows how to move forward.
The archers were ordered to open fire on the heads of the Efreets, trying to drill their black granite skins, but most of the arrows caught fire as soon as they managed to dig into them. There were some exchanges of javelins and throwing axes between the reptiles and the troops positioned in the stockade, but nothing greater, the great majority of the archers were still focussed in the giants of fire. As some went straight against the towers, there were orders to all have several buckets of water available to throw over their heads at the right moment. That simple strategy did not turn out to be as effective as it seemed from the beginning, turning the water from five buckets into steam until the skulls of the beasts were sufficiently extinguished to be able to throw them some lead projectile, on the good side the hit of the bucket seemed to stun them momentarily. Anyway, using this method only one could be defeated, falling to the ground on his back with the broken black granite skull and spurting lava on his fellow reptilians. This victory managed to raise the morale of the defenders, who already dealt with ladders being placed all over the palisade.
The bloodiest battle was fought on the wall, with both sides meeting for the first-time face to face, with most human defenders believing that this would be the last time they would breathe. They will seem wild, but these are an exception, since in the deserts from which they were thrown the reptilians had a society as complex as the human or the minotaurs, but decided to keep their animal side to be able to deal with the terrible new world that It hovered over them, and it was a great irony that for that very reason they would face off against a handful of humans who once cornered and thinking about what these beasts would do to their families and the people where they were born, they fought like animals, with fangs and claws. Of course, when the skull of your best friend or your neighbour’s arm was cut or burned in front of you, the whole sense of irony was lost, and all you could do was kill. Above the platform was where the clear majority of the skulls were broken, the ribs torn off, lanced eyes and bodies burned. With both sides giving everything for that piece of land, the reptiles had it easier, counting with the strength of three men, could take them with their hands easily and throw them to one side or the other of the stockade, disfiguring their faces with bare hands when the place was so crowded with troops that there was barely room to hold heavy weapons. The crack of bones breaking on the wood, and whole parts of the stockade being consumed by the infernal flames created by the Efreets, if they were not directly thrown down with their impressive brute force.
One of the towers had been completely taken by the ophidians, so they played with the mechanisms of the oil and tar until they broke it and took that weight off for the battle; seeing this, Captain Tavin ordered an incendiary arrow to be fired towards the tower, setting it on fire in a matter of seconds and causing such an enormous explosion that everyone stopped for three seconds in shock to observe with surprise, fear and wonder what had happened. A large number of reptiles died from that explosion, reducing the tower to mere shatters still burning, although several amounts of debris fell on both sides, causing a small fire in the surrounding houses. Therefore, to prevent it from spreading, Captain Corvak had to move necessary troops. An Efreet had finally destroyed the front door, being riddled with arrows but without even flinching, then broke his ankles the powerful minotaur hammers, to give the final blow to the skull again. The body of this titanic monstrosity of six meters high still lit and releasing lava as if it were blood could keep other reptiles at bay to enter the town, but during the battle against him some had already managed to enter, taking care to break the ordinate rows of the defenders or forcing them to enter the town to defend whoever they threaten to kill.
Finally, after three bloody hours on the wall, the human defenders began to break, began little by little, some fleeing simply to protect their families, others fleeing like cowards for the absolute fear they felt. But more and more the desertion was present. By that time, the position of archers no longer existed, with their totality annihilated and the great majority of the soldiers standing in defence of the walls, few were left for the fight that would soon be unleashed in the streets. Massacre, rather. Captain Tavin lay at his command post with one hand on his stomach, gushing blood as he watched his last moments of life, a spear had pierced his chain mail so deeply that he almost made it out the other side, luckily thanks to the attack the beast was so close to the captain that he only had to cut the neck with his dagger. By killing him he could feel the cold taste of death, the same one that would soon take him away. Meanwhile, Captain Corvak was driving back the troops, hoping to use the advantage of disorganized and urban fighting to delay the invaders and the villagers to escape to the hills. After following Tavin's example and blowing the watchtowers full of oil and tar into a thousand pieces to cause terrible casualties in the enemy and slowing down his march, he gathered all the minotaurs and human survivors in the city to caught in an attack of pincers the enemy that fought in an individual and disorganized way. Such strategy worked for a moment, while the small organized centres of resistance were not yet surrounded by the reptiles, who managed to corral squads of twenty of them and tighten them until they could not defend themselves and simply kill them, but as they spread throughout the town and the Efreets burned more of this the remaining defenders were forced to retreat and separate more and more, until eventually there was not even one of them.
Captain Corvak, with the handful of troops he had left, escaped with the few ships that remained after the peasants used had the most to leave the city. They only prayed that they would not find the boats in time, since they were far from the open sea and navigating those narrow canals with such haste and nervousness proved to be deadly, as a ship of stranded citizens managed to show; the tigers masters caught up with them instantly and devoured them each and every one, without forgiving by age or faith. And finally, after the battle, the massacre that the reptilians expected was somewhat disappointing, since most of the treasures and people had been taken far from their hands. The only thing they had left was the city and whatever the defenders would not have taken. As the Warlord Count actually planned to keep the city to a fort, that in a careless majority of half-armed ships and carpentry items had been left in place, it was almost a blessing, and he almost dreamed of a Famous slave trade route with his name, iron mines with slaves all in his name. After counting the losses, he concluded that humans and minotaurs had managed to exceed the expectations, having erased almost half of his troops, seriously wounding others, half of which would have permanent injuries that would not make them fit for battle and the others would take a considerable time to recover. He applauded for that, after such a battle proved to be more than usurpers of land without honour, so he considered the possibility of not persecuting the survivors, but always with a cautious eye before them for the possibility that their offspring return claiming revenge. Soon he would call the coven of necromancers who long ago would have predicted his victory in that place, so that they could continue with their blood predictions using corpses, since after the fight there were many and he didn’t know what to do with them.
Finally, the battle had come to an end, the fire in the city was almost extinct, with the reptiles extinguishing it in various parts, while messengers in tigers went to the camp from where they came across the mountains, so all the families of the warriors along with the garrison that protected them in said camp took all their belongings and went to that place to have their permanent residence. Zhureth ambushed one of the three messengers, interposing his sword between her and the rider, causing him to crash into his sword at full speed, then beat the tiger into submission and subdue him at will. Got a hood to cover herself and quickly return to the city. There she simply demanded to see his leader, first without being taken seriously, until the guts of her enemies painted the iron of her sword, for which they accepted the request. Then split in two another one when they demanded that she had to give them the sword if she wanted to see Count, and again reluctantly accepted, trusting that his leader could not fall before only a human, and their negligence over the health of their leader it would be overlooked for that very reason. Clenching her fists so hard that she could have reopened the wounds on her palms remained watching the Warlord, encased in a silver armour that covered the vast majority of his body, with claws as big as half arm of her, fangs that could crush her in a matter of seconds and red and piercing eyes like the same infernal fire that she witnessed the first time she saw him.
-"So…? What do you want, human? " - He said impatiently having Zhureth in front of him without saying a word, if someone asked at that time what happened to the human, he would have responded that she seemed to want to vomit. Zhureth just asked - "Do you remember me?" - Meeting with a denial, for which she could only smile and reach for her sword quickly, letting herself be carried away by the fury and anger that had grown inside her for weeks. She could do more than bet the rest of her life in a completely risky manoeuvre, throwing herself with all the strength that the fury of the gods could grant her at that moment. The piece of iron she held was drove forward with great speed, while the woman gave a powerful roar of fury, making herself heard throughout the valley, reaching the hermitage where Hermes rested, unable to sleep for her friend.
With a quick movement of his huge arm Count managed to intercept the sword, holding it from the tip without any problem, using his free hand to tell the other guards not to approach while a scornful smile was drawn in his ophidian jaws. After crashing into a wall, Zhu returned to the real world, where she had to think about every step she took and seeing the lizard twice as big as her holding the iron sword while wearing full metal armour, she did not avoid smiling and giving thanks for such specific moment. Before Count could make another move, Zhureth exhaled loudly and from the depths of his heart she let out the power that all humans hide within their cultural heritage, she was a Glaucho, so the power of storms was present in her body, sending an electric explosion against his rival, unleashing the power that each human has inside, being different depending on his genes. The bards told the legends of the Glauchos, who had the rite of the Lord of Storms, which was to look for the highest mountain and hold two heavy pieces of iron in each hand and wait for a storm, if three beams struck you and you managed to survive then you were named as one more member of the tribe, eventually when they expanded so much that they weren’t merely a tribe the Silvan gods rewarded their spartan tenacity by letting them master the lightnings that they had respected so much, throwing them at will from their bodies and increasing their speed reaction.
Thanks to such power, Count bit the dust, releasing the sword after a lightning bolt left the body of Zhu to her sword, passing through the body of the snake and traveling to his whole body thanks to the armour. After he had fallen unconscious but not defeated, Zhu took the sword from his hands by applying a little force to her chest while holding the sword and simply tore the fingers of the lizard with the sword, who had clung to it after the lightning. The reptilian's personal guard did not wait, surrounding her in seconds. It was enough to imbue her broadsword with flashing lightning and collide with the other warriors, which fell almost instantly by the electric shock against their bodies, and those who did not because they had wooden-handled weapons, with a slow but powerful movement of her sword managed to cut them almost like lard, lard that bled, complained and had bones that broke easily. Chained armours echoed in the air once Zhureth managed to send his enemies flying with a single swing, there seemed to be no one who could stop her vendetta. Completely soaked in the blood of their enemies, almost without having faced someone worth much effort was the moment that the tyrant king of the lizards rose from the ground, left in shame by only a human, and awakened to see how his that troop was annihilated by the same person and without help. Zhureth stared at him, standing guard in front, placing his right leg to the left, holding the broadsword firmly, with his right hand at the end of the handle and the left at the end, a hand to hold tightly. sword and the other to control their movements. Count unsheathed his warhammer, holding it with both hands even though fingers were missing in one. He stepped hard on the ground and, stretching his arms high, sent a powerful blow towards the girl, with enough power to destroy a part of the stockade completely. She just stayed in place, gritted her teeth and moved her sword to meet the hammer. The resulting shock shivered the entire body of the human, but she stepped firmly on the ground and applied even more force than the lizard, throwing back the hammer and landing her sword violently on the ground next to her while still holding it. Her arm muscles ached terribly after that, the great part of the shock had been absorbed by the sword and armour, overexerting her to the point of pain, but trying to ignore everything to give an accurate blow, because Count had lost the balance before that blockade, being almost in the same position as her. Pushing herself with force and speediness dragged the sword on the ground, raising it more and more as the blade approached the encounter with the body of the reptilian, reaching his abdomen at the moment of impact, pushing Count to the left side on the moment of the impact, while the armour broke, and the sword reached the precious flesh, digging deep and causing a serious injury. After applying a little more force in the strike that ended up throwing the lizard to the ground, a few meters to the side and falling flat and without balance.
The Warlord was already completely annoyed, this human had it as she wanted, he could not allow something similar, never in the history of his people something like this had happened. Therefore, when he got up from the ground as fast as he could, getting on his knees to receive the next strike, then he would get the sword again and break it with his own hands. Zhureth, as Count expected, launched herself to him without thinking, with the intention of lashing out against him, there was no visible electricity in his sword, so if he broke it quickly he would be completely safe. But, at the time of the attack the sword curved its trajectory a few centimetres to one side, as if the girl was already waiting for what was about to happen and what would be the next Count movement. The iron of the sword violently cut the artificial scales of the reptile, then go through the natural ones, his flesh, bones, and then lodge on his left shoulder, repeating the previous process, but with the addition of partially returning him to the ground when his knees were without force, as if a cannonball had impacted on his testicles .- "Did you really think that I’d fall in the same trick a third time?" - She shouted with fury to strike the blow. Having him at her mercy, Zhureth decided to give him a strong right punch straight to the nose, followed by another, and a third, breaking it in the last. The wounds on the reptile's body were too deep, he could barely fight, asked for mercy and to know the reason why he was being killed in such cold blood, she responded with cold indifference and proceeded to cut his legs from a strong blow with her sword, it was only necessary one to cut them both. Then she came up to him again, placing an elbow on his chest, looking into his eyes with great hate and pleasure at causing him so much pain. And, without thinking it for a second began to sink her fists into his face again and again, hitting him with both hands with all the strength with which she had at the point, remembering the countless hours she spent finishing the sword and hitting the hammer against it, imagining that was this monster that had in front of her, did not scream or laugh, only hit it again and again, on and on, without stopping event to hear how her knuckles were broken with so much punishment. Not even when the lizard had its teeth and palate in its throat did it stop, it continued with that all night, hitting it until there was nothing left of its head.