Taalia Giovanni

Taalia was very tall for a human - and even she felt dwarfed by the mass of scaley, ape-like arms before her and that disgusting, large hulk of its body. But, hideous as it was, the power of the thing had to be respected, as at the end of each of its appendages was a nest of sharp claws which were capable of grotesque injuries that the shepardess had seen up close. She knew the risk she had taken, but it was the only way to at least buy Bella and Augusto time to get the hell out of here. Maybe that would be the summation of her life? Endured what she had so that her best friend and her adoptive grandfather could be re-united with her prodigal son who would turn over a new leaf.

Her head craned back to peer up at the thing before her, shield in hand, Taalia gave her body over to muscle-memory and instinct as she ducked and weaved, the vile putrid stench of that things guts hissing across the earth before it assaulting her nostrils with its rancid, acrid flavour. Gritting her teeth, Taalia aimed her beautiful blade. Rather than slashing, she stabbed, seeking to puncture the vital organs within while its scaly exterior received a dousing of - !

"Bella - get the torch! Set the damn thing on fire!!" the white-haired girl shouted.