Dracon Малласа
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Dear Zeratul. I think that a lot has already been written, and it would be good to put everything together in one chapter and post it in a separate thread, but the decision is, of course, up to you.
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The Hydra rushed towards them like a boulder thrown from high mountains. None of them felt fear. They all knew what they were getting into. Approaching to a distance of about 7 meters, one of the Hydra's heads suddenly darted to the side, grabbing one of the students. Its sharp teeth pierced his neck, and the first blood flowed. Albin, with a professional move, stepped out of the attack line and, with a sharp swing of his blade, slashed the Hydra's belly. Blood gushed from the wound. Albin was lucky that it wasn't a dirty Hydra, otherwise he would have simply received a powerful acid burn. And that would have been the end of our story. But as we already mentioned, he was lucky, although what kind of luck can we talk about here?... At that moment, the Hydra grabbed another of the students by the leg and, sharply bending its neck, threw him onto the poisoned spikes protruding from the walls, where the young scout met his end. The Hydra of Chaos truly lived up to its name – chaos reigned all around; everything was splattered with the blood of the slain scouts. But Albin was not afraid and did not retreat. He attacked the Hydra again, and in return received a powerful blow from its tail, which knocked him off his feet. Albin's sword flew aside, his ribs ached... The Hydra's predatory head darted towards Albin. Without hesitation, he drew his knife... The Hydra's head loomed over Albin, saliva dripped from its mouth onto him, and its razor-sharp fangs almost closed on his neck. Albin, with silent composure, plunged his knife into the Hydra's mouth. It snapped its fangs in tenfold fury, but missed. One of the scouts successfully threw his spear, hitting the Hydra in the heart. Feeling the approach of death, it began to regenerate. The scout, who had been glad for the victory, got too close to the Hydra, intending to finish it off with a knife. This was a mistake that cost the young graduate his life; all 6 heads darted towards him, grabbing and tearing him apart in an instant. The rest, as if on command, drew their crossbows and fired. Not a single arrow missed; they all hit their target. The Hydra collapsed onto the stones, its heads trying to reach the elves, but it could not move. Another volley – and all the Hydra's heads fell lifelessly. The dark elves stood tired and wounded, but fortunately the battle was over. They had won..
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The Hydra rushed towards them like a boulder thrown from high mountains. None of them felt fear. They all knew what they were getting into. Approaching to a distance of about 7 meters, one of the Hydra's heads suddenly darted to the side, grabbing one of the students. Its sharp teeth pierced his neck, and the first blood flowed. Albin, with a professional move, stepped out of the attack line and, with a sharp swing of his blade, slashed the Hydra's belly. Blood gushed from the wound. Albin was lucky that it wasn't a dirty Hydra, otherwise he would have simply received a powerful acid burn. And that would have been the end of our story. But as we already mentioned, he was lucky, although what kind of luck can we talk about here?... At that moment, the Hydra grabbed another of the students by the leg and, sharply bending its neck, threw him onto the poisoned spikes protruding from the walls, where the young scout met his end. The Hydra of Chaos truly lived up to its name – chaos reigned all around; everything was splattered with the blood of the slain scouts. But Albin was not afraid and did not retreat. He attacked the Hydra again, and in return received a powerful blow from its tail, which knocked him off his feet. Albin's sword flew aside, his ribs ached... The Hydra's predatory head darted towards Albin. Without hesitation, he drew his knife... The Hydra's head loomed over Albin, saliva dripped from its mouth onto him, and its razor-sharp fangs almost closed on his neck. Albin, with silent composure, plunged his knife into the Hydra's mouth. It snapped its fangs in tenfold fury, but missed. One of the scouts successfully threw his spear, hitting the Hydra in the heart. Feeling the approach of death, it began to regenerate. The scout, who had been glad for the victory, got too close to the Hydra, intending to finish it off with a knife. This was a mistake that cost the young graduate his life; all 6 heads darted towards him, grabbing and tearing him apart in an instant. The rest, as if on command, drew their crossbows and fired. Not a single arrow missed; they all hit their target. The Hydra collapsed onto the stones, its heads trying to reach the elves, but it could not move. Another volley – and all the Hydra's heads fell lifelessly. The dark elves stood tired and wounded, but fortunately the battle was over. They had won..