Chapter 46: Crack the Anvil and Burn the Marrow! (II)
My feet struck the earth like hammers, each impact ringing through the marrow of my bones, propelling me forward like a dragonfly.
The Blade-Type met my charge with a silent groan—mouth open wide, eyes blank and yet focused on me and nothing else. Its arms swung outward in a scissor arc, aiming to cleave my torso in two.
I couldn’t stop at this pace and dropped my hips just before colliding.
Its bone blades passed inches over my head, cutting strands of my hair mid-strike. Then I twist my hips, thrusting my spear upward, a reverse thrust that strikes beneath its jaw. I felt resistance.
Then a low crack. A blackened ichor started pouring from its split chin.
But it didn’t fall.
The red core still pulsed in its chest, faster now, frantic.
It screeched, slamming both arms down. I crossed my spear to block—too late.
The impact sent a jolt through my elbows. My legs buckled, and the road beneath me cracked.
The two blades sliced through my forearms, unfiltered agony spread through my being, and blood poured from the long gashes.
Pain.