Third Person's POV
But the force that was enough to break the bones of an ordinary man barely made the tentacle buckle.
It snapped back with even greater speed as it rotated like a drill and aimed directly at his face.
Ethan could see its jagged teeth spinning like a grinder as it lunged at him.
His mind steeled. He grasped his broken saber with a trembling bloody hand and abruptly jabbed it forward, aiming straight into the open mouth of the tentacle.
He knew his hand might be shredded in the process but he was equally certain the tentacle's mouth would be destroyed in return.
He was never the kind to simply wait for death.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Virelle's horrified face flashed in his vision as she desperately lashed out with her red threads.
Velcy's small form came into view as she sprinted toward him from above.