The Kraken's tentacle, sensing my approach, snapped back. But I was much closer than I was earlier. I grunted as the tentacle's momentum swung my body around and flung me off my feet. I managed to keep my balance, but I was now far from the monster's head.
I stood up and looked around for the sword. Magat was already running toward the Kraken's head, his face drawn in a bright, golden glow. I turned my gaze back to the Kraken and saw the demon's arm raising to strike.
"Magat!" I shouted. The war chief looked back. "The sword is stuck in its tentacles!" Magat blinked.
"What?" he called back.
I ran toward him, trying to find the right words to describe what I wanted him to do. "It's caught in one of its arms!" Magat's face was blank with confusion.
"What do you mean, boy? How can the An
