Chapter 11: I’m Not Tasty!
The beast lunged.
Not like an animal pouncing. Not like a predator on instinct. No—this was deliberate. A joyful, exaggerated motion like a stage performer leaping through a curtain.
And it moved fast.
Kivas barely registered the motion before it was already in front of her, that grotesquely human head barreling straight toward her face with a sick grin plastered across it—its wide, violet eyes shining with hungry delight.
She jumped back.
Hard.
Her wings flared for balance, and she lashed out—sword swinging wide in a chaotic arc, not out of training or discipline, but out of sheer primal panic.
Kivas barely hit anything, but all of her wild swinging was imbued with power.
The beast however, didn't flinch at any of them.
Instead, it laughed.
"HAHAHAHA! What a jump! What a swing! It's been so long since I saw something so funny! And delicious!"