A warm breeze brushed against Braxten Shannazah's colourful, baggy jumpsuit, and in the next instant, he did a twirl, dodging a harsh lunge by a tall Cavern built like a brimstone given human shape.
He twirled again, narrowly avoiding a smaller Cavern that shrieked, wishing to desperately claw through his belly and spill the man's innards with a swipe of its talons. Braxten was graceful. He'd always been. That might have been the second trait everyone attributed to him besides his silly jesting. Grinning, his eyes shone and suddenly bloodlust exploded out of him.
He turned into a dark, zagging bolt, and in the next instance, one of the Cavern lost both its legs, and the other's right arm was pulled off.
