Lloyd led it in. He took the first lunge easily, turning it away. Took the second, made it appear as if the Sinspawn had got him unfooted. And then the beast leapt forward, striking down with its jaw, its mouth splitting wide open at the sides, ready to tear his face off.
He turned then, shrugging off the all too obvious attack, and, having tricked the Sinspawn into over-extending, plunged his sword deep into the face of the foul beast. The weapon got buried up to the hilt.
The Sinspawn stopped. Its eyes darted around in the briefest hint of confusion. And then it fell.
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