The attack of the beast halted. Now seeing his opening, Mahito enacted his offensive. With an inhuman amount of speed, He shot off to face his foe: moving with fervor that expressed only one thing, and that’s the hunger to succeed. The beast wasn’t completely helpless, though. While it was a far cry from what it should be functioning at, it still was a high-grade nightmare creature. It wasn’t simply going to ignore a looming threat, and it didn’t take long for it to intercept the boy. From another mouth, not busy rampaging, another tongue, now adorned with a barb, blasted out at breakneck speeds: intending to impale the boy and end the measly attempt to close the distance between them. To give credit where it’s due, the attack would have been fatal to any other sleeper in the same situation, but not this one. Mahito dodged with the finesse of an experienced warrior: slipping under the lance within a second before impact. Continuing the momentum from his pursuit, the boy lowered his center of gravity to reduce air resistance and, in turn, increase his speed. The beast attempted to use such successive attacks to take him out, but to no avail; they were not fruitful. Unfortunately for it, the boy reached the previously dropped glaive, and with a swift maneuver executed a graceful swan dance of blows to the enemy. Slashing vital points like its dead eyes, grotesque tongue, and all its other extremities to limit any potential movement. As a spectacular conclusion to his assault, the boy thrusted the searing glaive straight through the thing’s chest: piercing through its heart and basking it in immolating flames. WIth that, the beast breathed its last breath.

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