Boss Battle take 2

the Rift

Perhaps the creature was smarter than the Metus originally anticipated. As he lay in wait, an assassin in the dark ready to pounce on an unwilling target, he could smell her coming closer. There was a sound, and yet it didn’t seem to sound right, not like before. But his stomach growled, and he was so, so hungry, that he didn’t give it a second thought as the thing meandered its way into his claws – into his trap.

When he could sense it was close and the smell seemed to be of the being he remembered, he lunged. His large hands swiping out at it only to be met with bark. He stood for a moment, extending that long rope-like tongue of his to touch the creature as he was completely taken off guard. It was different than he remembered, and it enraged him. Was this a trick she had done to him, come to gloat about running away? He hissed a guttural sound from his mouth, his tongue returning to the dark cavern of his lips surrounded by sharp teeth as he leaned in to smell it.

It only somewhat smelt like the creature he had tasted and savored, and a deep roar left his lips in his anger. He slashed at the sprite, aiming to destroy the thing and find out just where the creature had tricked him dared to be. Those that tricked the Magnus Metus never lived again, and he would enjoy feasting on her when he got his clawed hands on her at last.

@Otem uh oh!!