Decapitation

I drew the hero sword and stepped towards the Fiend; as I did so, blood started to drip from both its ruby eyes. I lifted it up high, took a deep breath, tensed my muscles and brought it down towards his neck. Black blood spurted up as the blade cut into his flesh. But my arm jarred as it struck bone and sinew. The Fiend screamed, the blade jammed, and it took a couple of seconds for me to tug it free.

‘Strike again!’ shouted Grimalkin. ‘Do it!’

Once more I brought the sword down on the same place on the neck. This time the resistance was slight, and the sword severed the Fiend’s huge head from his shoulders. It fell into the pit and rolled away, to end up at Grimalkin’s feet.

B8 C22