Armsmaster slashed at Leviathan’s forearms as the Endbringer started to clmb (sic) to his feet. More damage done, though it didn’t stop Leviathan from rising. While Armsmaster pressed the attack, his armband hissed with a message I couldn’t make out. I glanced at mine – still broken.
Hrm.
“This will be over before then,” Armsmaster echoed an eariler statement, speaking more to himself than to the armband or Leviathan.
I guess the armband might’ve been reminding him of the wave?
Leviathan hopped backwards to create some distance, staggered a little as the more injured of his two legs failed to take his weight, used his smaller hand to stop from falling a second time, poising himself on three limbs.
He’s really been taking a beating.
Armsmaster used his grappling hook to haul himself close, readying to make another slash for the neck.
He mentioned he wanted Leviathan’s head, and while that was probably just metaphorical like it usually is, it does seem like he might be trying for a decapitation.
He changed his mind as the ground rumbled, pulled the hook free to latch it on a garage door.
Oh no. Considering the whole aquifer situation, rumbling ground is not a good sign. Not that it would be one without the aquifer either, of course.
Countering his forward momentum, he swung himself to one side of the road, staying out of Leviathan’s reach.
Your friendly neighborhood Armsmaster.
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