(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"That damn barmy dreg-sipping priest said he'd banished it..." I growled.
I swallowed, "I'm sure a fiend of such power that it required so many spells
to contain it will have no problems making its way back here. And when it
does it's going to be looking for you..."
"I have taken that into consideration. You see, each side of the pyramid
contained a portal to a different plane. In effect, I scattered its essence far
and wide across the multiverse. Did you know there are races out there that
consider demons a sort of delicacy?" He began to chuckle softly as he
reached into the pyramid and sifted through the ashes of the box, removing
the gem that was attached to it. "Payment for my services. I will use this to
help rebuild my beautiful cathedral."
"...Said he'd scattered the remnants all across existence..."
A roar echoed in the distance, feral and furious, and thrilled with the blood
of the hunt.
"Oh crap."
It clambered over the broken rubble of the city, and its screams sounded like
a cheese grater drawn across my brain. Immediately the force bolts sprung
from my hands, sending thunderclaps against the creature's chest. Some
seemed to punch through its hide, others slid uselessly past its skin, like a
stone skipping across a pond.
"Oh cra-"
WHAM
I spiraled through the air, several ribs crushed and splintered bits of bone
punching through my lungs. I was thankful for the sand even as I spat it out.
If it was stone I had landed on, I would've left a crimson smear five feet long.
I picked myself up, sand shifting beneath my feet.
Dak'kon dodged beneath the fiend's swings, blade flashing and sticking its
hide like a pin. Annah circled around, tail flashing and flicking up arcs of
sand. Crossbow bolts peppered its body. If there was anything I hated about
my life it was this: first to be hit, last to join the fray.
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