28 Galena, 200
There was a group of enormous, long-feathered, winged, pale-brown snails on a ledge over a great chasm from which shone a bright led light, just outside the cave. Deebus shot at them, killing one with an arrow between the eye-stalks and wounding another. He should have gone back up to make more arrows, though, and after he fired, they returned fire.
Frozen white gobs of some strange smelling substance whizzed past Deebus in volleys, but he found they were easily blocked or dodged. Still, he ducked back inside to avoid the possibility of falling into the chasm. Dodging around, creeping up only to be seen, striking only to be dodged, he was hard pressed to land any blows, and yet neither could they harm him. They seemed to have no means of attack other than spitting their ice. However, after a long while, Deebus isolated one near the edge of the chasm and chopped off its wings.
Deebus continued this dance, dodging, leaping striking while being dodged, leapt away from, and struck at. He chopped wings and shells from the monsters, but then he found they could do more than spit. As he tried to strike one, it opened a gaping sucker and grabbed his leg. Deebus tried to hit it before it could shake him about, but it bobbed its head away from his thrusts. Finally, he caught it well in the body, slicing deep and sending out a huge gush of blood, but it was no instantly fatal blow and he saw the body tense to shake his leg off. Thinking quickly, Deebus whipped out his silver spear from his backpack and thrust.
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The last two were already severely crippled from the injuries he inflicted, and one bled out as he charged, so he redirected his charge and planted a kick squarely in the squishy face of the last one.