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“Coco, take care of Isaac, try to stabilize him as much as possible. I’ll deal with the pests.”
Maybe it was your earlier resolution, but Coco follows your command without question and kneels down to Isaac’s unconscious form. “We’ll get you through this Isaac, we promise.”
With your individual missions set, you assess the situation.
9 juvenile Deathstalkers, roughly the size of dogs. Fodder.
You call Promised Return to your hand before throwing it straight at one of the Grimm. It obviously sees it coming and deflects it upwards with one of its pincers. That’s okay, since that wasn’t your attack.
It was your entrance. You attract yourself to the flying staff and meet above the clueless beast. You carry your momentum in a downwards arc and impale its head through, killing the Grimm in one fell swoop.
“One.” You needed to get the action as far away from the injured as possible, that’s why you jumped straight into the belly of the beast. Eight scorpion monsters begin closing in on you.
You charge the pure gravity stored in your weapon and hit the ground with one of its ends, making a purple shockwave that sends flying back three of your assailants and buying yourself precious seconds.
You turn around and rush the other side of the pincer - heh - attack before it can close on you. The leading Deathstalker tries to impale you with its golden stinger but you sidestep and let it hit the sand where you keep it trapped by stepping on it.
A second one tries to claw at you, you respond by deflecting it with Promised Return before breaking it off in two and stabbing one in the eye of each Grimm.
“Three.”
The remaining two Deathclaw from that side come to the aid of their fallen comrades. They swipe at you in unison. You weave the combined assault and wait for your chance.
You don’t wait long, as they are young and foolish. One overextends its swipe and you snipe at the soft flesh before the pincer with one half of your staff and deflects its partner’s attack with the other.
While the maimed scorpion reeled back, you reunite the halves and twirl the now whole Promised Return to the underside of the other Grimm. You lift, throwing it on its back and leaving it helpless.
The hurt one regains its sense and rushes you from behind, but you turn around and slice the pointed end of your staff, completely severing the pincer, before planting your foot on its faceplate and stabbing it clean through.
“Four.”
You turn slightly and throw Promised Return through the soft underbelly of the remaining Grimm.
“Five.”
You look at the last remaining Deathstalker you blew away, rapidly approaching.
With a cocky look, you twirl Promised Return and prepare to face the mob.
As if punishing your hubris, sand erupts from underneath the scorpions, and a familiar black beast emerges, utterly destroying the three.
