Slaying the Monster

The sword screeched against the monster's purple scales and squelched as it pierced his flesh. The soldier pulled his weapon out of the beast. It fell to the ground. Green gunk oozed out of the wound. The soldier started sawing his spiraled horns off. They would make a great souvenir. But the monster was only wounded and felt as the metal scraped against his nerves. Then, the soldier plucked the sharp teeth one by one. They could be made into jewelry for his wife. The animal howled in agony thinking, "Why won't this monster put me out of my misery?"