While dealing with a bar's basement rat problem, Zaedus finds himself standing before are large, hungry, beast. With his trusty talking sword Cindy, Zaedus is about to find himself in rough spot.
Zaedus yelled at the creature, “What the hell are you!”
The creature had no reply, but it growled again.
“It doesn’t matter what you think you are!” yelled Zaedus, “Because when I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left!”
“Are you done talking yet?” asked Cindy, “I was expecting a battle not a debate.”
“Easy for you to say,” Replied Zaedus, “You’re a sword!”
“A sword with more guts than you!”
“Ha! Good one,” Zaedus would have liked to say more, but the creature was walking towards him. Zaedus drew steel, which in this case was Cindy, and charged at the monster.
It swung its jagged blade, which was expertly blocked by Zaedus, who then pushed it back and then rammed himself into the beast’s right flank in a rapid attempt to avoid the fast approaching axe. The collision worked and threw the beast off balance. It stumbled back but still managed to swing its massive axe.
“On your right,” Cindy whispered, and in response, Zaedus quickly moved to parry the beast. The beast recovered; the sword was once again moving towards Zaedus’ head. Zaedus blocked but the impact sent him backwards. His back was against the wall. The beast ran at Zaedus with both weapons in the air prepared for a final blow.
“I won’t let you make me your new outfit!” Zaedus ducked as low as he could manage, bringing himself to his knees, just as the sword and axe moved in for the kill. He felt them graze his head and silently thanked the gods for his own survival, but it was not over yet. He had no room to maneuver and could not swing Cindy.
“Sorry,” He whispered as he dropped Cindy to the floor. He lunged at the beast’s midsection, claws at the ready.
“You can take the lizard out of the swamp…,” Cindy said.
Zaedus hit the beast’s core hard and used his claws to gouge at its midsection. The beast fell backwards, and Zaedus capitalized on its stunned state. He barred his teeth and clamped onto the beast’s windpipe. With one solid twist, Zaedus ripped out its throat.
“But you can’t take the swamp out of the lizard,” finished Cindy.
“God I hate doing that,” Zaedus stood up and spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth, “It’s the exact side of me that I don’t want to be.”
“It was life or death Zaedus,”
“You’re right there,” Zaedus said as he picked up Cindy and returned her to her sheath.
“But did you really have to drop me so harshly?” Asked Cindy.
“Oh, I would have thrown you to the ground, but I was busy,”
“You’re so considerate,” Cindy sarcastically remarked.
“I try to be; I’m always thinking of others and what not,” chuckled Zaedus, “It’s how we heroes do.”
“I know,” Replied Cindy, “I happen to be the sword of one.”
“Oh Cindy, where would I be without you?”
“God only knows,” Cindy replied, “But I don’t think he’s even sure.”
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