Its haunting scream resonated off the cavern walls, shaking the very rocks around them. Corrupted, dead eyes fixed upon its prey, the monster tore itself free of the bolts and chains that once connected to its tattered wings and corroded spine. The sheer weight of the beast crashing down onto the chasm floor echoed through the earth, collapsed the tunnel behind her and rattled her bones, even while enclosed in armor.
But one thing that stayed solid was her nerve, “You think after coming halfway across the galaxy, I’m gonna get killed by something with pink nails?” she cried in reply, unsheathing her blade.
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. Because even warriors and valkyries know what looks good.
I hope you all enjoy.