The first Gravecoil reached Liam before he reached the swamp.
Its armored body tore through the air with a wet, grinding hiss, jaws opened wide enough to swallow him whole. Liam twisted mid-fall, his eyes narrowing as he read the angle of its attack in the space of a heartbeat. Its scales were thick, layered over one another like natural armor, but the moment it lunged, the muscles beneath its head stretched.
'There it is.'
Just below the skull, along the neck was the soft point.
Liam's dagger flashed.
A short burst of flame erupted from beneath his feet, not enough to send him flying wildly, but enough to shift his body out of the Gravecoil's direct path. The creature's jaws snapped shut where his torso had been a fraction of a second ago, and in that same motion, Liam carved his flaming dagger across the exposed flesh beneath its head.
The blade sank in cleanly.
Then fire followed.
