Chapter 42 - 41
The serpent’s tail snapped toward him like a catapult—but Gobo2, bloodied and limping, slammed his shield between them at the last second.
Crunch.
The impact flung them both aside. Aren crashed into a rock, barely conscious. Gobo2 groaned, his shield arm twisted at an unnatural angle—but he was alive.
"Don’t die," Gobo2 muttered through clenched teeth, dragging Aren behind a thick tree trunk. "You still owe me a meal."
Lumberling barely registered the exchange. The pain in his arm had gone numb now—not a good sign. He was past his limits. But the serpent was faltering too, twitching erratically.
Behind him, Skitz lay collapsed, barely able to move, yet managed a bloodied grin.
"My Lord," he rasped. "You still standing? Thought I was going to die... again."
Lumberling didn’t respond immediately. He planted his feet, breathed once, and brought the hammer down with a roar.
Boom.
A shockwave tore through the ground.
"You’re the most monstrous bastard I’ve fought," Lumberling muttered as he approached. "Let’s see if you were worth the trouble."