A Forest Confrontation

Was a warrior in shambles

Crawling tired through the mud

Longer longer than she should

As the sunset dared encroaching

On the scenery around her

Crows were gathering with hunger

Breathing she should be no longer

Soon the body would give in

But tenacious her stubborn

Grit and living a desire

Burned inside of her an ire

That for moving to continue

And with every lift of muscle

And her glower flaring showing

On a face of dirty filling

Hand to grasp the roots of trees

For supporting prompt this leverage

She took measures she could find

Leaving monster blood behind

Sore completely aftermath

Taking joints and nerves of her

The sensation spiking latent

Source of forcing discontent

Reaching point at last she stood

Painfully amidst the forest

Wave of pike disbanded birds

Flung together with her words

Truly resonating roar

Thus to follow was a trudge

Limbs were prickling in spasmodic

Each of steps a blunt of seismic

Hiss and yet she forward marched

Slayed a menace moments prior

Danger lurking near the mountains

Author of foul hemofountains

Laid to rest the beast is now

To a blade it was susceptible

Tender meat was cut through vicious

Blow among the tall deciduous

True mute judges here around

After ploy of nature righteous

Luring fiend outside its cave

For a trap it self can't save

Better would've been abandoning

Prey the monster for own sake

Yet the gluttonous and vile

Chose to chase her all the while

Way she had for execution

Once was hidden with the trees

Though that wasn't without struggle

Death fight raged between the double

Dance of violent survival

Barely victor through the straits

She emerged by last incision

Yet no count of recollection

Really made her walking easier

But her ears perceived a rustle

Back from trail she carved escaping

Near bark came dark mouth a-gaping

It was bloody still alive

She held weapon handle firmly

Staring angry teeth a-gritting

As the enemy approaching

Free from dying stood about

Swing connected with the figure

Lunging just before the injure

Who recoiled quick and pure

Thing of animal behavior

Still strong brandishing pikewoman

Her defensive long steel blade

Dared not to allow to fade

Few her breaths so quick from history

Sounded creature putrid snarl

Lashing at her with its tentacle

Armor made the strikes some manageable

Did infuriate her more

Witful the attacked combatant

Grabbed from pocket spare a vial

Broke on tendril to defile

Through the form of it that acid

Screech pervaded deep the woods

So retracted the appendage

Beast to suffer hemorrhage

Which too showed extent was vaster

Too in wounds of battle previous

Too intense an inner suffering

Harmed and weak as well the thing

Grew it vengeful and grew restless

Swift stray bites next it attempted

Blocked or countered with her strikes

With the metal and her jukes

Fit for martial prowess hers

She controlled the situation

Cuts were adding up in gradual

Fashion over seconds lethal

Knee was failing her however

Causing slippage dire an accident

Opportunity that took

Now the brute to hurl in wake

Bring whole frame upon opponent

Helve could hold the jaws in reflex

Dripping froth and warmer blood

Chilling spine the woman’s would

Leave her self-control at limit

Till the pressure maxillary

Forced a straining on oak shaft

Broken parts of it were left

Still the lady held a small

Section improvising axe

That precise retaliated

On the eye of beast close placed

Satisfaction for the hit

The monstrosity reeled back

Shrilling loud and back contorting

Shake chaotic in that writhing

Strife in tolerating it

Then the gazing globe remaining

Powerfully took fixation

On the lady grim attention

Run a straight to her with might

With the maw with missed a motion

Warrior had dodged in time

Even near the nostrils’ slime

Stiff she was but she enacted

A maneuver of aggression

Fierce a chopping easy jugular

Were repeated slashes angular

Sway of wrath she was just under

Layers red she penetrated

Repetition from before

Feast of squirming smelling gore

Executioners the arcs

Of each strengthened laceration

Pairing tears and feeble cry

Of the enemy awry

Off from outcome wished upon

Tearing quite until unmoving

Carcass fell hard on the ground

An unmoving swelling round

Being deader this chance hopefully

The pale nervous lady crumbled

Leaning onto rigid meat

Turning bit a taking seat

Like a windy tree exhaled she

Trembling everything she had

Minute for a faintly muse

The relief that she could use

Falling gently over her

And unwaiting she erected

Self for downed foe an observe

Not without unrest and nerve

Blend of plenty inside stirrings

Thus returned her to the journey

Out the woods and towards city

Whence she came and where the pretty

Lass would find her some respite

Under stars above at night

Same emerging skyly fully

Now in scatter vast unruly

Over fighter and her might

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