Haz
Haz took the sword and held it in front of him awkwardly. The hilt was meant to accomodate only one hand, but the Argonian felt too uncomfortable to hold it in any other way than with both. Whereas before he had cursed his tunnel vision, this time he welcomed it. The only thing he could see was the Hunger and its movements. "Ugh! Normally I have the element of surprise. This is different."
When the snarling beast leapt, Haz performed a clumsy swing that was both executed too soon and too high to hit, leaving him unbalanced for when it would strike. The Hunger's tongue shot out, striking at his shoulder and burning yet another albeit tiny hole in his robe with its acidic saliva. "Missed, I guess this is it then. Heh, such a pathetic fate." Haz thought as he waited for the inevitable. But fate had other plans.
The Hunger's screams changed in pitch dramatically and it collided with him not as a killer, but as a dying, popping, burning piece of meat and bones. Haz instinctively pushed it away from him and threw himself backwards, away from it. Before him, the thing that had been about to kill him was turning to ash. The Argonian felt the urge to puke. The sight wasn't the most horrible, it was the smell. "What...just happened?" He mumbled, shaking his head. With a frown, he brought himself back to more urgent bussiness.
"Anyway, let's get out of here now, priest." He said as he tucked the sword behind his belt. Hopefully the blade wouldn't cut through his clothes anytime soon. "You risk your life to save your kin. No matter my hate for you, I admire such actions. So, I guess I'll help this time." He thought and bent down to grab the guard by the legs.
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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