Foggy's eyes stayed level with just below the beast's glare as he and Storm charged in its direction. "Storm, now," he whispered to him as they closed in. Quickly, the horse turned and Foggy lunged once more.
As the young soldier flung through the air, Storm circled around. With as much precision as the man could muster, he sliced at the basilisk's neck as he passed by mid-air, landing firmly back on Storm with a heavy thud as he came down.
The giant beast hissed in pain before its head sunk to the ground. It was badly injured, but it was still alive.