Role

Chapter 30

As he approached from the south he found himself confronted with an assassin
of some renown and flanked by the open maw of a lean, spotted cheetah. The
arrival of assistance broke free the faintest gap for the beleaguered shaman
to make his escape, replaced by new, intended prey. Still clinging to the
window of opportunity caused by his burst of speed, he pounced.

Claws raked and his maw tore at the assassin, all the while trying to keep the
other feline in his line of sight. The twang of salt and copper filled his
mouth as the blood from a torn artery began to flow but it wasn't long before
the pair forced his own retreat to the nearby woodlands of the Azreth. Making
a sharp southern turn off the road he sprinted until his feet touched the calm
surface of a pool, quite familiar to him.

There, floating above the smooth surface, only affected by the haste which he
moved over it, he began to contort. First, growing horns, followed by a thick
scaly hide and then he waited, staunchly staring northwards down the trail.
It wasn't more than an hour or two's passing before he spotted the first of
them and then the other, close behind. As his body slowly repaired itself, he
contemplated the fight to come.