The running river provided Serry with endless water with which to create ammunition she would fire at the Choker in the form of sharp ice daggers. Takol, too, stormed the giant with bright lasers and plasma. Still, every attack bounced right off the unyielding black scales, every chunk of ice, every shot. They did little more than distract and annoy the monster that still obsessed about Gurm’s staff.
“We’ll need to cut through the hide!” Serry screamed to the lizard with the rifle.
“One thing at a time, missy! First we get rid of these…” a massive tail landed between them, opening a gorge in the stone floor before rising again. “…Tails!”
Ahead of the Choker, Gurm ran without looking back, relying on the shadows and time manipulation to evade the devastating claws and teeth.
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