Chapter 611: Trump Card
Wielding the [Oneiros Mallet], I charge at the hecatoncheir. I swing the moment I enter range, slamming the mallet into its body. The weighty impact knocks it back much further than my previous blows.
Great! This is definitely an improvement over fighting with my bare hands. The hecatoncheir raises its sword to act as a shield as I swing down from above.
The arm holding its sword is forced back. This is working! Even it can't fully block, and I have a reach advantage!
It seems I’m able to attack without being hit back. As long as I can keep this up, I should be able to outlast it.
“GuuOOh!”
I roar as I send a heavy blow into its abdomen.
But just as I hit it, the suddenly hammer feels heavy. The hecatoncheir has wrapped its many arms around the head. I can’t pull it back, the grip is too tight. Just how annoying can this guy be!?
The hecatoncheir’s sword stabs into my neck. Argh! I allow the impact knock me backwards, flying away while wrenching the hammer back. I need to back away for now to keep the damage to a minimum.
I had thought it was overly slow to block with its sword this time, but it was so it could grab my hammer! I’m sure it took some damage there too, but I came worse off from the counterattack. It took the blow willingly in order to stop my assault at any cost and cut down my HP.