Soon, the rhythm of the battle shifted again. In a swift, fierce surge of valor, Calien and Erik's coordinated attacks escalated in intensity.
Their blades became extensions of their very will, slashing and darting in a continuous barrage against the towering, grotesque creature.
With each strike, a guttural cry escaped the beast, and its massive, pulsating frame began to sag under the relentless pressure.
The two young warriors moved like a single entity, their bodies woven into an intricate dance of offense and evasion that left no room for hesitation or error.
"Keep at it—don't let up!" Calien shouted, voice echoing off the stone walls as he lunged forward with renewed fury.
His blade met the creature's rubbery hide once again, slicing into a ruptured seam near a swelling tumor. "Every cut matters—every hit weakens it!" he roared, and his tone was matched by Erik, who was grinning despite the danger.
