From behind the feasting beast, a figure emerged robed in a silvery white, a dazzling scimitar gripped tightly in his right hand, his long golden hair whipping in the wind.
He looked ready to fight, after uttering a breif prayer, his sword burst into flames and he charged into combat with the unaware monstrosity. Showing extreme finesse, he whipped around the beast, his sword striking true, but even with the blessings of his God, unable to pierce the fearsome beast's tough hide.
The beast threw him back with ease, launching him through the air and slamming him against a rockface.
Ryhiron sighed, the inaffectiveness of his actions sinking in as the beast closed in for the kill...
But just out of the corner of his eye, Ryhiron saw an armored figure within close proximity.