Xavier leaped just before the platform fizzled out. He'd barely landed on another solid platform when a Swolow came screeching, talons aimed for his face.
[Now, about the dungeon beasts known as Swolows. Picture a vulture of the more ferocious and sturdy kind, with bright red feathers, pointed beaks and razor-sharp talons. Now add a sinewy tail (also of the feathery variety) and a vengeful quest for blood, and you would get a Swolow.
Another disturbing fact about Swolows was their obsession with round objects; beads, crystal balls and eyes. Human eyes, specifically. Don't go staring at a Swolow for too long. It could be the last thing you're permitted to see.]
He dropped down. There was no room on the platform to roll without tumbling off the side, so he slashed upward with his dagger.
The weapon trembled as it met tough skin and broke through. Goo green blood rained down.
