97 Where the Wild Things Are

I probably should have pulled back after this sudden reversal, but my annoyance got the better of me. I chucked one of the daggers I was holding into the beast's lion head, but its python tail whipped forward and caught the dagger between its jaws. 

"Sucker," I taunted. 

Earlier when I crafted my first wolpertinger's dagger, I carved a rune into its hard surface because I knew I would eventually want to throw it at something. I just didn't know I'd have to pull this next trick off against a freaking chimera. 

"Īsaz!" I yelled.