Once I killed a carno with just a flint hatchet, but it did get stuck in a tree, the tree is the warrior that killed that beast, it had killed my trike, Dorito.
Quint drew the dagger that Dilath had dropped, ducking into a defensive crouch. The Nameless surrounding him growled, spinning their long, twin-bladed swords.…
(Warning: This story will be rather gory, since it contains some Ancient Roman-esque fighting. So, if you don’t like blood, you should probably leave. Also, the reason…