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"Devan, hurry up!" Martin commanded.

Jess couldn't joust the enemy completely, but she was still holding a lance.
During those times before the stirrup was invented there were still men who fought on horse.
This was how they got around that dilemma;
Jess raised the lance over her head like a spear and then threw it into the enemy at point blank range as she passed.
It wasn't exactly a thrust because Jess didn't allow her arm to stay connected during the attack.
But it had the great punching power and momentum from the charge behind it.
The draw back was that she lost her lance in the process.
The advantage is that it was buried in the collarbone of the opponent.

Jess didn't even need to turn the horse.
Naturally not wanting to get killed, it veered to the right and started to go around the Drake.
Up ahead there was a collection of fresh corpses from the battle.
She could probably find another weapon here if-

CRASH!

The tail of the enemy swept through the open street, breaking all four legs of the horse and knocking it over.
Jess flew threw the air for a total of half a second before being grabbed by the free hand of the opponent.
It raised her, unarmored Jessie Lawlier, and didn't even see the need to try and break her.
Unlike Sen she didn't need to be smashed. She was a hard boiled egg, all soft and ready to be eaten.
Its head turned that way and mouth opened wide.
Then Martin saw them.
Two rows of teeth like cutlasses. A mouth bigger than a grown man by a wide margin.
If she went inside there she wasn't going back out.
Jess squirmed and tried to escape but she wasn't Sen of Northern Rock.
Martin stumbled to his feet and swung his sword at the opponent.
It kicked him with its free leg, breaking all of his ribs on the right side and driving him to the ground.
Martin let out a howl of pain, of rage, of futility.
His vision was going black. He couldn't see anything anymore except blood.
Martin's sword spun through the air and then landed point first only a few inches from his face.
The world above him was spinning.
He turned his head sideways and vomited all over the floor of the stables.

Half of Jess's body disappeared into the mouth of the monster.
Her foot rose, pressing against its tooth. Her arms were tightly locked against its fingers.
She was trying to push herself back out.
The teeth smashed down, gnashing. They ripped her prosthetic limb to shreds as it dangled in the mouth of the Drake.
Martin felt his heart starting to beat faster and faster.
Blood was pumping out of his side now, into the hay.
He was decorating the floor. His vision was fading even further.
Everything seemed to be dark now.

Jess somehow grabbed the lance, twisting her body, and pushed against it.
"AAAGGGRRRHHHHH!" she seemed to be wordlessly grunting in pain and desperation.
The monster pulled her away, lifting her, and prepared to throw her head first into the ground.

Everything faded to black.

His elbow, the joint were the forearm met the bicep, faded to black.
His arm faded to black. The jointed at the shoulder faded way, blending in with the shadow.
It reached out behind him, grabbing him, grappling at him.
Though he was the one who was grabbing Jessie Lawlier,
Within moments, he was the one being grabbed.
His flesh and bones were ripped backwards, out of him, and his arm disintegrated into a mass of black embers.
His hand, no longer connected to anything, fell limp to the ground.
Jess, struggling, began to crawl out of it and toward the stable.

The creature howled in pain and swung its tail backwards.
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