“Credo!” shouted Nemesis. In his language, it was a warcry. A chant for one who believed in their utter victory.

Drakkon believed otherwise.

Immediately, Drakkon showed no mercy. Faster than the beast comprehended, he stabbed him numerous times. Once in the shoulder, once in the chest, in the arm, and in his gut. He intended to flay this monster with his first few strikes.

- LetterSequence Round 1