The beast noticed my presence and turned its beak to me. Its ugly hand-like appendages shifted like a wave, and the beast slowly turned its fat body towards me. Well, I knew what this phase of the fight would be all about. Would be nice if I manage to kill it, but one thing I didn't know yet, is how to do exactly that.
I would just have to kill it till it dies. I could already feel the steel resolution rising in me, together with the power to follow it. Nothing less than death will stop me now, and I was also resolute about avoiding that.
Before the monster had enough mind to spit acid at me, I did two things. First, I commanded Pest to cast magic armour at me. Second, I threw wind blades from both hands at the beast's beak.
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to
vomit