With a thunderous crack, the flaming hammer came down upon the Wendigo’s skull. It recoiled, not out of pain but surprise. Dark black blood oozed out of the many cracks in its skull. It was in this moment that the wendigo had a realization. It was not looking at the same fear stricken pray it has hunted time and time again. Despite vomiting blood from overuse of mana, the female mage lay collapsed against a nearby tree, quietly preparing her next incantation. The young squire, with a hole through its side, raised its shattered shield and stood guard just in front of his knight. And the knight, the knight, with its shattered arm, crushed ribs, blood-soaked eye, and frozen to the ground, the knight stared directly into the empty, soulless sockets of the wendigo’s skull. The look in its eye was one the wendigo was all too familiar with. One it had seen reflected in clear water time and time again. The look of a hunter that delights in having its prey right where it wants it. These three were no longer helpless mice scurrying away; they had reached a dead end and decided to bite back. Despite the numerous fearful prey behind them, the wendigo determined that the trio was simply too much effort. Thus, the wendigo slowly slinked back into the shadows of the forest and disappeared. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, what remained of the company stood silently, unsure as to what had just transpired or how they were alive.
I have been coming up with story ideas for a long time, but have never really known how to translate them into actual writing. The section above is one of the only attempts I have ever really made to do so. I wanted to get some thoughts from others on how it sounds.