Chapter 84: Rewards
The beast roared and pulled back as dozens of vines grabbed onto its forelegs at once while others beat mercilessly at it. All of the plants got all the power Tulland could spare. While that wasn’t enough to keep the beast from breaking away from them by rearing up hard and tearing the plants out by the roots, it was more than enough of a delay that the beast had to replant its legs in the exact the same place.
When it came back down, it was immediately swamped with more plants, who were a bit late to the party. Some of the plants were torn so badly by the beast’s trashing that they died in the attempt, but most got some level of hold and continued to climb and bind as the monster continued to struggle against them.
Not enough, though. Tulland was stabbing any visible bit of flesh, ducking back further into his farm every time the beast freed itself for a weak attack, and doing his level best to keep it occupied enough that it couldn’t work on the plants for too long. But it was just too big and too strong for that to work entirely. It’s biting them off now. There are tons of them and it’s still biting them off.
The beast was digging through the farm trying to get to Tulland, taking damage from every plant it touched but slowly and surely making progress towards shattering the entire plot’s fighting capability. In the meantime, it was taking on damage, but almost entirely damage to its extremities, where such things affected its overall life force the least.
Tulland watched it struggle and felt like he was on the first floor, watching an extremely overpowered enemy tear through the days and weeks of planting in mere moments.
By the time the beast finally broke through to the other side of the farming plot, almost every plant in the secondary farm was destroyed. The beast’s legs were bloodied, but the body was more or less intact. The head wasn’t hurt at all.
Just looking in that moment, Tulland would have panicked and given up if it wasn’t for the fact that the beast stopped for the first time and shook its head, like it was trying to clear its vision and mind for the rest of the fight. It wouldn’t have had to do that, he figured, if it wasn’t clouded in the first place.
The second thing was that the beast was much, much slower now. Using the handful of Acheflowers he had picked from the trees during the rest, Tulland kept up a steady series of explosions into the monster’s head, just enough to keep its vision somewhat blocked and its rage at all-time highs.
Come on. If it will just follow, this is done.