Eukoblitz couldn't tell what was on his shoulder, but it had to come off. He batted his shoulder with his tail, forcing the blade fully into his shoulder and drawing a roar of anguish. His throat gurgled with blood, but that was starting to heal already. He raked at the sword in his shoulder, creating a big divot in his shoulder, slicing through bone and scales and flesh. Finally the blade fell out, but there was now a big hole in his side. Thick drops of blood dripped down his front leg and hissed as it burned the grass.
Lutia had run back to the fray and gasped when she saw what had happened. The fight was extremely fierce, but she was virtually useless with no arrows and no real powerful enchantments. She ran inside the inn and stayed there for cover. Then she remembered that she had heard a scream earlier that didn't sound like Mara. She ran up to the second floor and started to search the rooms.
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