It was his turn now.
Before the accursed could notice his presence, he immediately shot up three spinning lanceheads he had prepared previously.
Dense, thin, spinning, and made up of crystals.
Strong, fast, and accurate.
All of them hit exactly where he wanted, but the damage wasn't enough.
It did chip away its armor at points, but it didn't pierce its skin.
His location was no longer a secret.
Gruhghgh!
It shot back immediately, but,
Bang!
It was met with a crystal wall to its head.
Slice!
Taking advantage of this moment, Pevon sliced off a chunk of its shoulder.
Screech!
It screamed in agony and moved away.
He was aiming for the neck, but the accursed wasn't that slow.
After that, Carroll attacked instantly, giving it virtually no time to recover.
And as it turned around to ward off the insects attacking it,
Boom!
One more lancehead hit its hips.
It was getting agitated, as if it was in a loop of no escape, so it didn't turn around this time.
