Fight gainst the lizzard

Razkath's smirk irritated me more than anything. His overconfidence oozed from every slithering movement.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as we squared off. This wasn't going to be easy, but after everything I'd been through recently, I wasn't about to let some cocky lizardman humiliate me in front of the entire guild.

His tail swished lazily, his posture relaxed, like he didn't even see me as a threat. I clenched my fists and settled into a defensive stance, knowing full well that his smug attitude was a trap. He was probably quicker and more dangerous than he looked.

My magic wouldn't be enough to overwhelm him, so I'd have to be smart about how I used it.

Without warning, Razkath darted forward, moving faster than I anticipated. His claws lashed out toward me in a blur of motion.