Terrapedes (2)

Erik found himself surrounded by a horde of terrapedes. Their sharp claws churned up the sand as they scuttled and snapped their jaws.

Despite the chaos surrounding him, Erik remained composed as he tightly held onto his sheathed Flyssa.

The sound of steel reverberated through the air as he unsheathed the blade. Its metal gleamed, thirsty for violence.

The first Terrapede attacked, shooting forward with startling speed. Its mandibles gaped wide, ready to crush Erik's torso.

But with lightning reflexes, Erik stepped into the strike zone and pivoted his hip, dodging the snapping jaws.

With the fluidity of a master painter's brushstroke, he brought the Flyssa around in a vicious backhand slash.

The razor-sharp blade cleaved clean through the creature's carapace, sending up a spray of viscous fluids and blood.

The Terrapede crumbled like a withering flower, its life force seeping away into the arid sands like tears absorbed by a desert.