Though she couldn't see him clearly because his back was towards her, his silver colored hair was impossible to miss.
He is like a tiny silhouette on the mountainous beast but it didn't seem to faze him .He was wielding something in one of his hands which is long white-hot, crackling and pulsating with energy as if it's alive. A Thunder bolt.
The beast howls out in pain wherever Harold stabs it as it furiously tries to shake him off its giant body.
Its heads snap at him with their malicious jaws but Harold is fast and rather than distancing himself from its dangerously nearing heads he uses it as an opportunity to jump up on top of it and the enormous hounds shake vigorously again growling in frustrated frenzy as Harold still maintains his balance and the next thing Aril knew Harold
