I considered reaching for my pepper spray, but I doubted he would fall for that trick this time. As he barreled toward me, I realized there was no way I could outrun him. I stopped resisting, gripping my walking stick tightly and crouching low, feigning submission. He surged forward, eyes ablaze with excitement, mouth agape, ready to take a bite. Just as he leaped, claws outstretched, I thrust my stick into the ground, bracing for impact and tilted the point upwards. He lunged right onto it, skewering himself in a spectacularly gruesome moment. The force of his weight sent me tumbling backward, the air knocked from my lungs as he landed heavily on top of me.
I pushed at the giant lizard beastkin but he didn't budge at all! Then I tried to slide out from the side of him but all I managed to do was cut myself on his spikes and sharp scales. "Great! I managed to kill this cannibal only to get crushed under his dead weight." I let out a groan feeling frustration bubble up inside me.
