He chopped with his axe, but the range was too tight, and though the edge bit into the side of the lizard’s head the wound it delivered was not enough to sway the creature. The jaws opened wide. The head snapped forward— Something snarling struck the Nah’ruk, a knotted mass of mottled, scar-seamed hide and muscle, savage canines sinking deep into the lizard’s neck. Disbelieving, Stormy kicked his boots free of the stirrups to roll further back— A fucking dog? Bent? That you? Oh, but it surely was.
