The blade blazed like a star gone nova as it sliced clean through the nuckelavee’s right foreleg and hind-leg. The beast screeched in pain and rage as horse and rider both went tumbling into the trees behind me, while I skidded and rolled to a standing position. As I turned to face them, I casually checked to see if my ear was still intact. It was bleeding like mad, but my Fomorian DNA would heal it shortly. Could’ve easily been my neck. He’s quick with that thing. I’ll need to do something about that.
Score one for quick reflexes
