I had spent yet another night moving around the building my companions were sleeping in, slaying any of the monstrosities that dared get too close. It was an arduous task, as the frequenty with wich they emerged to the surface to hunt increased yet again. Having moved some distance from the building, I found myself standing off against yet another one of the creatures with bloated limbs. I stood, meeting the gaze of its beady, glassy eyes, unblinking. Pulling my sword arm back so that the Soul Reaver stood paralel to my face, I waited for the creature to come to me, so that I might evade its attack and counter it.
Before long, the beast charged at me, its mouth foaming. Waiting for the last moment, I dived forward when it swung its limbs at me, missing me by mere inches and ending up striking the ground with such force, the stone tiles cracked. Imediately, I turned around, deliving a series of quick thrusts, first one to the creatures hip, then just below the shoulder, and finally its side. Thrown off-balance by this, the beast tumbled over, leaving it open for a finishing blow.
Raising the Soul Reaver, the blade humming with anticipation, I thrusted the blade forward, burrying it deep in the chest of the beast. With final howl, its body shatter as if made of glass, its soul devoured by the wraith blade.
My foe felled, I continued onwards.