An Old Country Bumpkin Puts Up a Fight

A straight-on charge.

A windup with its right claw.

It's fast. And probably heavy.

Just getting inside its guard would leave me crushed by its weight.

I deflect the attack outward.

Then slash upward with the return stroke.

It connected. But...

The feel of its hard hide traveled up my longsword.

"Grr!"

"Damn, it really is tough...!"...