One, two, three, and dodge, insight screamed into my brain. And I did. I veered Myth Chaser to the left just as the ashworm's head struck the sand where we'd been only moments ago.
In the same movement, I drew my falchion to my right and slashed at the creature's exposed right side.
There was a shower of sparks as my shadowblade—which Zarz, after tuning it up, claimed had risen to silver tier—grazed the hard scales of the ashworm's body, barely leaving a scratch despite its vibro-sword function.
I pushed Myth Chaser to continue forward so we could escape its range, but even that was difficult as the monster's thrashing tail—which had come out of the other side of the dune—caused the sand beneath us to shake.
We traveled the length of its body—at least the part of it we could see—and veered further left just before the tail could take a swipe at my head.
