Smashes a skelt

This was my chance. I picked up a rock – a heavy one that I could only lift with two hands. Then I did what Bill Arkwright had done when he saved Tom Ward. As the skelt lifted its two front legs, ready to fend off Thorne’s attack, I brought the rock down on the back of its head with all my strength. There was a crack, then a crunching, squelching sound as the skelt’s head split open. Its legs collapsed under it and began to twitch and shake. It was dead or dying.

B12 C4