But even before he had closed the distance between him and the beast's head, he was already been attacked by the long needles protruding from its mouth.
Klas with every bit of his strength tied cutting it down, only to realize how big of a mistake it was, as he watched the needle mouth slide past his sword and slash through his arm, with him barely avoiding it before it sawed right through him.
'He's not going to make it! He can't cut it so how will he defeat it,' Rye frowned feeling her heart slowly pounding in her chest.
Rye knew that hoping for his survival was a lost cause, yet she couldn't help but do it.
'I don't think praying to the goddess would work though,' Rye sighed, unwilling to make promises for the survival of someone that wouldn't even blink if she died.