Blood spurted out of the gashing wound above the giant rat's chest, right below its throat. The red liquid covered the rusty metal chestplate that it was wearing, dyeing it a deep crimson color that didn't seem to want to go away, as if the metal was a sponge pulling the blood into itself. The rat wasn't dead yet, but it had finally been damaged to a large degree.
To try and stop the bleeding, the rat pressed its palm onto its wound. Some of the layers of rock covering its arms moved over toward the wound, pressing it shut like a compress. Of course, that meant that the rat wouldn't immediately die because of the wound, but it also meant that its arm was now easier to attack. Lynol had already been slashing at it continuosly, chipping away at the rock armor that was covering it. But now, he should be able to do some fair amount of damage. But before that could happen, the giant rat started to run away, trying to build distance despite its injured knee.
