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

The air around Grosuk began to radiate heat and his scales took on a pale
sheen. He gave me a hungry look and appeared ready to strike. Grosuk
opened his mouth to reveal several rows of razor sharp teeth. "No...
Grosssuk think you lie! Give information now Grosssuk kill quick, not
ssssslow. Not give, Grosssuk take time. Remove you insssidesss. Let you
watch!"
I was probably going to need a lot of burn ointment after this encounter.
Wryly I wondered if Sebastion's offer of healing would at least counteract
the wounds I would be recieving. "Fine, Sebastion sent me to kill you
anyway," I grunted, and brought a finger to my lips as I began an
incantation...
Chapter 47
I could feel my face shattering as I slammed against the wall. Broken shards
of bone scraped against one another, setting bolts of pain lancing through
my head. I felt a gush deep inside, and something salty trickled into my
mouth. My lips had been shorn off in the fight, and my grunts of pain
wheezed through chipped teeth.
Despite the horrific injuries, the battle wasn't as bad as I'd expected. I'd
seared Grosuk with bolts of Elysium's fires and scuttled under his claws
when he slashed. Though my dagger's enchantment was sufficient to pierce
his hide, melee would've been a poor, stupid, horrible strategy.
Grosuk's serpentine tail twined about my ankle, and he unceremoniously
dragged me towards him as I stabbed uselessly at the flicking appendage.
Like I said, stupid.
One claw clutched me around the throat, and Grosuk dragged me up to look
me in the eye. His breath reeked of rotting flesh.
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