Chapter 2
The beast of Ryan
Ryan made a whip appear out of thin air then somehow he gave the whip an electric charge and the whip was coursing with electric. The whip cracked and Syriana rolled to the side dirt flew from where the whip had struck the ground. Syriana rolled to her feet pulling her axe of her back then she jumped at Ryan. he cracked the whip again and the whip wrapped around Syriana’s axe and Ryan ripped it from her grip. He cracked the whip a third time and the axe was flying back at Syriana. Even though she was already in the air she managed to do a back flip and evade the axe. She landed on one knee and pulled out her throwing knife. “DON’T KILL HIM,” I shouted “HE’S RYAN!” Syriana nodded then she through the knife. Ryan spun the whip 3 times in front of him which generated a small electric shield in front of him which, when the knife hit it made it fall to the ground blunting it and have small spark’s come from the blade. The shield evaporated. Syriana jumped over Ryan twisting to face him for when she landed and at the same time she pulled out her dagger. But Ryan was faster than usual and was facing her when she was about to stick him in the arm with her dagger. But then she flipped over him and then while he was turning back flipped and hitting the ground on one knee she stabbed him in the back of the knee the blade breaking through his kneecap and protruding through the other side. Ryan immediately fainted from pain. When Syriana pulled out her dagger the wound healed instantly. I through Syriana her axe. Which she started pulling out again half way through putting it away? A mist was rising out of the body of Ryan and was solidifying she looked at me and seeing I was not surprised asked, “Does this kind of thing usually happen?”
“Yep sure does,” I answered.
“With the big almost indestructible beasts”
“you bet” I said just as calmly as before. The eyes of the beast were the image of hell, claws that were 3 meters long protruded from its hand, its teeth were 5 meters long. The scales were dark red and the tail had spikes that burned all with an individual flame. It stood on its hind legs but its back was bent over. “Hinrkixn” (hin-rrr-kick-s-nn) I said, and then I thought flames. I received 2 flaming swords 1 in each hand. Syriana swung her axe experimentally through the air before bringing it up in front of her face. The beast’s claw came down with a crushing force and under normal circumstances I would have been crushed to nothingness from the sheer power of the blow. But these were not normal circumstances I had a pendent of power and it makes me stronger whenever it is activated and Hinrkixn (Hinrkixn means fighting) is the word to activate my pendent. The pendent of fighting. So with blades crossed above my head I managed to keep standing and more importantly alive. The beast was pushing harder and harder. So just before I could not keep the claw in the air I dropped and rolled blades above my head like a flaming arrow rolling to the side. The beasts claw was stuck in the ground but I knew it was temporary no matter how far the hand and claws were in. so I jumped and started climbing on to the bit of back that was horizontal then I jumped down on to its other hand driving it in to the ground. “Thanks for that” Syriana panted.
“No prob…” I grabbed Syriana and swung her up onto the beasts back. The flaming tail that I had seen out the corner of my eye missed her by a hair “…lem” I finished
“Thanks ag…”
“Not now!” I screamed as I blocked another swing from the tail “later” then the claw came up Syriana jumped as easily as if she was skipping but the claw hit me. As I fell I let go of my sword and it went flying I watched in horror as the blade flew point first towards Syriana. She turned and saw it and then she heard the low growl as the beast turned its head to look at her. She smiled then started to fall back toward the head and at the last second as the beast lunged she back flipped and landed on its head as the fiery blade drove through the beast’s eye. Syriana jumped landing softly and gracefully beside me. The beast was howling in rage and blinding (literally blinding) pain. It clawed at its face unil it tore the sword from its eye and fled to the mountains. tired and weary we dragged Ryan together until we came across a cave were we stopped for the day.