Formation

Once I saw the giant tentacle, there was something within me that realized its actual target wasn't Jackson, but me. As I expected, the tentacle swooped down towards me, sweeping at me.

With a frown I pushed hard off my feet, flipping back so that my body was parallel to the ground, feeling a rough gust of wind along with a tugging force on my clothes that thankfully was only there for a brief moment.

The others that were still alive were able to evade it just by backing away, because they weren't their target.

After sucking in a cold breath, I drew my sword and stabbed it into the ground at an angle. I pushed off, almost like I was using it as a walking stick. Carrying that momentum, I began running away.

"Looks like it's going for me!"