All the arms seized up, hands clenching into fists. All the mouths opened wider, and from them came a sound.
A damning sound.
The sound pressed against Nero's eardrums, making his nose bleed.
He yanked Gungnir free and staggered back, his Ein Sof reserves plummeting as Brybernos had eaten through them. His vision swam, exhaustion pulling at him, but he couldn't stop now.
The monster was already collapsing. But even as it fell, its arms found Nero, dragging him to the and attempting to smother him to death.
A struggle ensued.
It was not a glorious battle, neither was it pretty.
It was a desperate dance of death.
Both monsters clawed at one another. They bit. They hacked.
Until the growing pool of blood had covered the ground.
One of the black-blood bodies latched onto Nero's feet and bit off a toe, cleanly severing it away.
Nero brought his foot down on its head, crushing its skull.
Then he turned his attention back to the monster.
He was the one on top now.
