I wouldn't lie by claiming that, at least for now, I controlled the battlefield.
Each of my launchers shot its payload so quickly that each of the bolts merged with the others, creating a stable ray of speeding mana.
Just like the monster would connect itself to other places with tendrils, I did the same. But instead of moving around my very mass, I moved around an insane volume of hostile energy!
But I wasn't really focused on damaging the monster. I was content with just locking it in place. I still needed more time to think over how to deal with it.
That's why rather than aiming for the monster in general or towards its tendrils to chip away at its lifeforce... I made my launchers aim their projectiles at the areas the monster actively sought to transport to.
Its tendrils extended towards a set of huge rocks?
My bolts nicely evened out the ground, ensuring there wasn't any natural obstacle that could obscure my field of view.
What does motivation mean when I'm deadtired? :_: