Yaagh was thrown back by an even larger tentacle than his kanabo could easily smash through in one strike. Lucian could see a swathe of tentacles coming from the walls.
Servius's Stinger drove deep into the beast's flesh, cutting into the meat, and causing it significant pain. It stopped moving forward and turned its mouth toward the ground; to escape.
Somehow, just somehow, the dagger seemed to work further. The beetle felt that its fiery maw was no longer functional and decided to just ram the humanlings.
The water blast struck the beetle and it recoiled, almost withdrawing as if a turtle into a shell.
Tuesday - "I've never done the whole tournament of death thing..."
She blurted as she awoke.
Arl, safe on the beetle's back, kept waiting.
Quinn's dagger seemed to meet with ruby, blending into tender underflesh.
The grim man raised an eyebrow.
Yaagh was getting dangerously close to the creature's mouth, at which point, despite the battlelust, he smelled the rank odor of decay.
The water blast struck the beetle and it recoiled, almost withdrawing as if a turtle into a shell.