Chief Varros paused only for a heartbeat before leaping back into the fray, feet sliding across the cracked stone as he studied the monstrous twin-tentacled humanoid. Every one of its movements was unpredictable and savage, but also strangely sluggish—as though its body fought against itself. Calien and Erik kept close to the walls, eyes fixed on Varros as they followed every subtle motion of his blade.
"Watch carefully," Varros told himself under his breath. "Every part of this thing is a weapon."
He surged forward again.
He struck at one of its reaching arms, feeling the impact jar up through his wrist as though he'd hit a block of iron. The blade barely left a scratch, and the monster countered instantly, slashing at him with a broad tentacle covered in sickly, pulsating suckers. He dived beneath it and kicked off a cracked pillar, twisting mid-air to carve a bright silver arc across its shoulder and down the back of its arm.
