Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, she aimed to pierce the creature. But as her steel made contact with its skin, it bounced off, the sharp ringing of steel echoing through the air.
The red scales acted as an impenetrable shield.
"Oh no," she panicked, moving her gaze to the creature, now glaring at her with a menacing look.
Isadora's heart skipped a beat as it lunged toward her again. Placing a hand on the creature's body, she hoisted herself to the other side, missing the hit.
Crawling, her mind raked for any plan. 'Why did my blade not cut through?' she thought. Her heart skipped again as the Snákr shrieked in search of her.
Time was not on her side, sooner or later it would figure out where she was. Pausing, her eyes landed on her blade, showing her battered reflection, cuts decorated her face and her left eye was bloodied red.
'Aura,' she thought in realization. 'I didn't focus my aura properly!'
