Fang's Suffering

With each swing of my sword, I would slash three to four of the white parasites. However, no matter how many cuts they took, each slice would just squirm towards the other parts, combining into a larger piece once more before returning to attack me.

Fang was facing the same dilemma, not being able to kill a single one of those parasites no matter what she did. With every swing of her claws, the parasites would get splattered into dozens of pieces, but they would slowly gather their sliced parts and recreate a full-sized body before rushing forward again.

The two of us couldn't even fight at our top potential since we needed to keep watch over the unmoving red parasites. Once those big guys move, then this almost endless battle might end instantly.

"Leader!"

Fang, despite struggling to keep her surroundings clear of parasites, called to me with a desperate tone.

"I'll clear the path ahead; Leader should go into the heart first!"