A scream tore through Adalrik's lips as the beast ripped at his flesh. Hot blood began to flow down his back, his shirt now in tatters. The pain was immense, but also satisfying. He had made it. As Hogwarts swam back into his view he laughed at the creature and at the task. One down, two to go.
He still clutched the egg in one hand, but used the other to wipe the dirt and sweat from his face as he looked around. His hand only smeared the mess on his face. Adarlik was a gory sight. Ash, sweat, and now copious blood was all adorning him but most eye catching of all was his glinting eyes, the blue turned to steel. He would not cheer and he would not fall to the ground with the pain searing through him. He would stand tall with his victory.