point.
Unfortunately, Clawrion was not
ready to play games and when Cezar tried to zip through the
creature’s legs one more time; Clawrion lifted his foot and brought
it down on the ground with a terrible smash, landing a toe into
Cezar’s ribs.
A cracking sound of Cezar’s rib
cage sounded as Clawrion’s toe collided with the Cezar’s ribs and
Cezar was thrown backwards.
'I am the great Clawrion!’ the
creature yelled at Cezar in a voice that sounded like a thousand
neighing horses; ‘never before defeated in any challenge!'
Clawrion stamped his feet a
second time. This time he used such brute force that the ground
cracked open in ten places and a massive gap formed right at the
point where both Clawrion and Cezar were standing.
Clawrion laughed at Cezar’s
stunned look. He stepped towards Cezar and caused more cracks to
appear in the ground. Then without any warning, a number of cracks
collapsed and a gap formed; within seconds, a gigantic sinkhole
appeared pulling everything down it.
Clawrion let out a scream as he
fell into the sinkhole.
Cezar immediately ran over to
the bed, which was still floating in mid-air and jumped on it.
Relieved, he watched Clawrion tumble down the hole like Alice in
wonderland. He had no clue where the hole led but he hoped it was
far, far, away.
Minutes later, his relief
turned into his worst nightmare as the floating bed was also sucked
into the same sinkhole that Clawrion had only minutes before
disappeared down.
Cezar tumbled down the dark
hole, holding on to the ends of the bed for his dear life. The
journey down the hole seemed to take forever and a damp smell rose
into Cezar’s nostrils as he fell. He could not see where he was
going because it was too dark neither did he hear anything; but he
kept his eyes open as he tumbled down what seemed to be an endless
black tunnel.
At this point, Cezar's main
concern was that he would end up back at the bottom of the Sea of
Valour.
Finally, Cezar and the bed
landed unceremoniously on top of a pile of bricks and sand. The
impact threw him back up into the air and when Cezar landed on the
ground a second time, he was face down in a pile of rubble.
Slowly Cezar lifted himself
half up from the pile of rubble. He looked around and found to his
utter surprise that he was lying right before Clawrion; who having
himself landed only minutes earlier, had the immense pleasure of
not only watching Cezar tumble down the hole like a rabbit; but of
seeing him face down in a pile of rubble.
Clawrion seized the opportunity
and brought his fist down in a strike. Cezar closed his eyes and
thought that surely his end was only seconds away.
But to Cezar’s surprise, the
red amulet around his neck began to glow intensely and a very
bright, luminescent white light appeared; blinding and making
Clawrion stagger backwards.
Out the white luminescent
light, the outline of a golden red sword formed and within seconds
the sword landed by Cezar’s feet and the light disappeared.
Cezar picked up the sword and
scrambled away to safety. Clawrion swung his tail at Cezar trying
to prevent him from escaping and aiming to trip him.
Cezar saw Clawrion’s tail
coming at him and instinctively swung the sword in the direction of
Clawrion’s tail cutting it off.
Clawrion screamed out in pain,
he thrashed about unable to balance without a tail. The expression
on his face made Cezar smile mischievously.
Cezar was momentarily safe from
Clawrion and his lashing tail. With every step Clawrion took he
lost his balance. Cezar realise that the tail was Clawrion’s weapon
and it was what kept Clawrion balanced. He knew he had to keep
Clawrion and his tail separate. So he rushed over to where the tail
had fallen and picked it up.
The tail was heavy, it dripped
with Clawrion’s blue coloured blood. Cezar grinned lopsidedly but
he soon began to feel guilty at seeing Clawrion trip every time he
took a step.
After moments of watching
Clawrion stumble about