Stupid Mistake

Northern clutched his ears, bending down with an agonizing cry as the creature's piercing shriek assaulted his senses.

His thoughts twisted into a tangled mess, as if every strand had been grabbed and smashed together in a single instant.

'Ah, shhh… damn it!'

What was it with monsters and their relentless assault on his ears?

Blood trickled from his eardrums in dismissive streams. He wiped it away with a single finger, ignoring the rest. His expression darkened into a frown.

"I'll make you pay dearly for that, you stinking mound of rotten flesh."

Barely a second after his last word, Northern launched forward, slicing through the distance, descending upon the massive Maelstrom.

The monster sensed him with ease, its hulking, rotten form shifting. Then, with a brutal swing, it brought its cleaver sword over its head with ferocious strength.

Northern's eyes flicked to the incoming blade. He threw his hand into the air.