Chapter 232: No Rest For The WickedThe creature’s mandibles helped its grotesque maw slurp up Rusty’s viscera. With the creature standing over ten feet tall and almost as wide, I was not going to be able to move a large volume. My dimensional space was crowded, so I settled on a decent-sized mass, targeting the head and getting its brain.Its clawed arm reached down, pulled up an intestine, and sucked it into its mouth like slurping spaghetti. I couldn’t take it anymore and moved in to slay the horror. Its claw was lightning quick, but I never got close enough for it to reach me as I removed part of its brain. It had a stronger resistance than I expected, but I succeeded in the brief tug-of-war, and the claw slowed, confused. “You’re dead and just don’t know it yet,” I boasted with a grim smile, thinking my revenge for Rusty was complete.One of the eyes went wild as I smirked, thinking I had succeeded, but then it lunged at me. I pivoted and interposed the black spear. The spear pierced easily and sunk deep into the carapace, but when the creature turned to face me, the shaft was ripped from my hand before I could extract it. Opening some distance, I swore, “Dragon shit. Why aren’t you dead?”The creature was having difficulty moving as I drew my black blade. The only thing I could think of was that I hadn’t removed enough of the brain. Anatomy was not part of my Hound training, not that this creature struck any chord of familiarity from Hearne’s lessons. It walked disjointedly toward me, the black spear’s shaft swinging like a new appendage. The massive arms, each tipped with four impressive claws, swung at me clumsily as I parried and retreated.The clang of the dark blade against its shell was not a good sign. Orc’s Torment couldn’t penetrate the hard shell as easily as the black spear. If it hadn’t been weakened and slowed by the removal of part (...)