Sparks flew.
Zayn's attack was stopped.
His eyes widened as his blade trembled against the creature's claws.
It was strong — too strong.
The monster pushed back.
Zayn gritted his teeth as he skidded backward, his boots scraping against the wet stone.
The creature wasted no time — it lunged, swiping at him with its razor-sharp talons.
He barely had time to react.
He ducked, twisting his body as the claws whistled past his face.
Too close.
If he had been a second slower, those claws would have torn into his neck.
But before the monster could press its advantage —
THWACK!
An axe came crashing down from the side.
Bran had arrived.
The beast recoiled as Bran's heavy axe descended, slamming against its shoulder.
The impact sent the creature stumbling, its bony frame twisting unnaturally.
Bran grunted, his eyes sharp with focus. "You really don't listen, do you?"