Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 078

Understanding came almost too late.

Relying on speed and trusting to luck, he’d thought himself the smarter of the two, considering his foe a dumb brute.  Slow-witted might have been a better choice; it had at least enough cunning to drive him in a particular direction, slowly steering him into the waiting arms of its wounded ally, the giant he’d thought helpless as it lay hamstrung on the ice.

Thorvald saw movement in the corner of his eye as it stretched, fingers twitching, waiting for him to take one more step back as its fellow swung to make him jump.

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