Fighting the Winged Monster
Blink soon arrived before the monster’s haunt. He circled around behind the thick vegetation. When he reached the trees behind the rock wall, he crouched towards the rocks as noiselessly as he could. As soon as he was safely behind the rock wall, Blink inhaled deeply in relief. He walked to one side of the wall to observe the monster’s position. It was leaning on the middlemost rock and making weird noises that Blink interpreted as wailing. “Keep crying, little s**t; maybe your momma would hear you,” Blink muttered quietly. It was exactly what the boys in the academy would say to mock a disciple who cried after losing back when they were still blue-robed apprentices. As he was peeping from the monster’s blind side, Blink emerged off the edge and blasted at the monster’s hind leg. The m
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