I have a changing definition for favorites. But here's a set from my latest chapter that I feel pretty good about.
Almost as if urged by twisted poetry, the ground tremored, in a violent rage. At a distance, the sand collapsed, imploding in a swirl towards a pointed centre. From the turbulence, Kir and Daiden noticed a sharp screech and an apparent limb thrust to the surface, a few more after that. The creature wriggled its legs and crawled to the surface in a hurry. It shook the sand from its large body, mostly pink and dry, leading to a black, hard abdomen. With a soft hiss, the Sand Spider screeched again and rushed towards its prey, unhindered by the loose desert sand.
Kir and Daiden felt different emotions in that moment. While the blacksmith froze, in a state of fear, Daiden, armed with his heavy iron sword, slashed into existence a sharp aeter-made projectile to attack the approaching Sand Spider. Somewhat slowed, the creature stopped and wobbled, reeling from its cracked, bleeding head in pain. But once steadied and settled, the Sand Spider narrowed its several hundred eyes atop Daiden, and auditorily retaliated with another shrill screech.
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