Just as Fenrir was about to bind the last of his attackers and move out, a sharp hiss cut through the air.
Shhhlick.
He turned in time to see something blur toward him, and instinctively pulled out his spear. The weapons met midair with a solid clang, sparks flying.
Fenrir's eyes narrowed at his new opponent.
It was tall, scaly, and reeked of swamp rot.
At first glance, it looked like a giant lizard, but it stood upright, muscles coiled tight across its humanoid frame. Jagged claws, a long tail, and glowing yellow eyes all gave it away.
"A beast-man."
Fenrir muttered.
Before he could strike again, the lizard-man opened its mouth wide and spat a thick stream of green liquid straight at him.
Fenrir leaped backward. The acid missed, but when it splashed against the cave floor, a harsh hiss filled the air—and the stone melted.
Fenrir raised a brow.
"Now that's just rude. Didn't your tribe teach you anything about hospitality?"
