This post is a following up to this post:           The hurtle of iron rang through the bleak glades. A constant symphony of heavy breathes, monstrous cries and tearing of leathery flesh followed with each heave. A lone, misfortunate soul made his footwork around the remaining beast. Two others of a similar make lied lifeless within the clearing. One which was nothing but pulsating muscle with a single eye protruding from its chest as lanes of