demos (P.O.V)

I charged forward, my one-handed axe flashing in the sunlight like a beacon of death. I swung it with the fury of the gods, striking the Perezoso's thick, armored fur with blows that shook the earth.

The Perezoso roared in pain, its claws swiping wildly at me like a tempest of steel. I dodged and weaved, my movements swift and agile as a serpent, but for a moment, I felt a strange energy coursing through my body, like a river of fire flowing through my heart and veins.

My guard dropped, my axe faltering for a moment, as I struggled to comprehend the sensation. It was as if my body was being fueled by a newfound power, a power that threatened to consume me whole.

And in that moment of distraction, the Perezoso struck, its claws tearing through my shoulder like a hot knife through butter. I grunted in pain, my axe slipping from my grasp, as the Perezoso's claws ripped through my flesh, tearing away great chunks of skin and muscle.

But I refused to yield. With a fierce battle cry that shook the heavens, I swung my axe again, striking the Perezoso with a series of blows that would have felled a titan.

The Perezoso stumbled back, its armored fur torn and shredded like the cloak of a defeated warrior. I landed a crushing blow, striking the Perezoso's skull with a resounding crack that echoed through the valleys.

As the Perezoso's body went limp, I stood tall. My chest heaved with exhaustion. My body covered in wounds that would have killed a lesser warrior. And my mind went blank.