>>5792233The Beast is dying, this much is clear. All that remains are his final death spasms, as you leap over its slow and faltering limb stabs. How ridiculous that such a feeble animal had almost killed you. How arrogant you were.
No more do you play with the Beast, each strike efficient and precise. Not a single blow even manages to strike against your defenses, and each attempt is repaid twice fold as you carve into carapace and flesh alike. Kicking off its shattered mandibles, you dodge one final strike as you decide how to kill it for good.