The Flame of Avarice

He understood the eldritch's gems' purpose: fuel its towering body.

With this knowledge, he landed on the ground and lunged again.

The creature tried to match him, but his instincts were sharper, his mobility better, and his mind focused on a single goal—the second flame was his.

As slippery as an eel, he slid under the whistling arm. He sprang upward, his blade glinting toward the creature's other shoulder.

CRACK

Another gem shattered, the limb falling limp. 

He kicked the shoulder, a scarlet whirlwind descending.

The noise of metal scraping against metal filled the racetrack. Sparks flew everywhere as his blade collided with the golden tendrils like a chainsaw. But more importantly, he ravaged the gems on the creature's torso.