Fantasy Drabble #288 “Out And About”

“It’s stuck.” He wrenched at the handle, burying his boot in the creature’s massive flank to gain leverage. “Give me a hand, Rothlig.”

“How did one so weak as you, Mogli, fell a creature so great? You cannot rely on luck to keep you alive!”

“Tell that to the Chimera, Rothlig. Now are you going to help me, or shall we make camp and wait for the corpse to rot so that my axe may fall free of its own accord?”

“It would suit me fine. All that awaits me is Thorga’s cooking. And her amorous intentions. And her beard.”