In truth, Eric had wanted to get rid of the fish-scaling knife for a long time, but having it was better than nothing. He chided himself for not thinking sooner of asking weapon experts like the Dwarves to forge a proper kitchen knife for him.
He held the gleaming cleaver in his hand, afraid that a single chop might crack the courtyard floor, so he dragged the trotter outside and placed a wooden board underneath.
A loud "clang" rang out, leaving only a white mark on the trotter. A dark look crossed Eric's face as he realized this must be the trotter of a high-level magic beast. He switched to another one and swung down. This time, the knife sank halfway in and got stuck fast.
He held the trotter firmly with his foot and used all his strength to pull the knife out. The moment the knife loosened a bit, he yanked with all his might, sending both himself and the knife tumbling backward.
