On either two or four feet, they possessed phenomenal agility on the ground as well. Each foot had three forward-facing clawed toes, as well as two back-facing traction claws. Those claws, harder than forged steel, were capable of brutal slashing attacks or of plucking a wildflower with infinite dexterity.
Every part of a Shadow Dragon seemed tailor-made for destruction; at one end a maw holding savage rending teeth and at the other a truly wicked tail. Nigh on the length of the beast's body, the tail was thick as a man's upper arm, and yet deceptively sinuous and fluid in motion. It ended in a rounded ball of bone as big as a summer melon. In battle, that tail knob could crack stone or leave a foe a messy smear on the landscape.
An adult Shadow Dragon, in its prime, was easily the master of anything in the Land. That Daigon, even as finely-honed a specimen of humanity as he was, had managed to deliver such a telling blow to Liasastis seemed inconceivable.
He did not press his attack, but rather stopped and hurled the two-yard long practice sword onto the cobbles at her feet.
This story excerpt was chosen for the weekly Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet and is from a work in progress, Shadows Of Honor.