His blade flashed forward, cutting into the body with his expert touch. His blade was like lightning, moving at an inhumane speed that only a few on the battlefield could see. Each cut followed expertly right after with a magical attack or enchantment that boosted his body. Only a few could imitate the few techniques that he could, making him almost impossible to copy.
Zeraph grinned; his blade was dancing in front of him as he sent shockwaves of magical energy into the Behemoth's back like a jackhammer. With every strike, the Behemoth grunted out in pain.
While Zeraph attacked the top of the Behemoth's back, Zero and Agnis raced around the outside, helping the Elven soldiers escape. The devastation that the Behemoth caused had destroyed so many lives, reducing the number of people who could fight against the Behemoth by a wide margin.
Zero would send out a blast of Holy Fire at the Behemoth's foot every time it attempted to stomp downwards onto the Elven army underneath him. He would thwart the attack as best as he could, giving time for the Elven army to escape. Sometimes, he was successful, as he pushed the Behemoth's attack backward and even caused the Behemoth to falter.
This gave the army and the players time to pull the Behemoth down to its knees and give them a better chance of close-quarter combat near its body. Not only that, some of the players and those of the elven army would personally scale up the Behemoth's leg and climb up its back in an attempt to bring more harm.
The longer the battle, the more the players and the elven army could harm Behemoth, but at the same time, they were quickly dying. Already the army had less than two hundred, while the players were under one hundred.
"Don't stop!" General Liam yelled; he was on top of the Behemoth's back, slashing downwards in the hopes of harming Behemoth further. "He's weakening!"
Zero needed to be more sure about that. Yes, there were times when the Behemoth's faltered, but there were more times when the Behemoth was using quite a large amount of magic and attacks that would use his whole body to create more devastation. Then, magical eyeballs started to appear around the Behemoth's body, staring at each player and those in the Elven army in the vicinity.
Not even a second later, a blast of magical laser beam shot out from its eye and killed half of the unsuspecting people. The army was decimated, and now only a handful was alive. Most of them fell off the Behemoth's back and smashed into the ground, dead.
Others barely had enough health to fend off its unexpected attack and died. The rare few people who were alive were Sekka, Leaf, Valiant, Jorge, Zero, Agnis, Reed, Zeraph, and General Liam.
Jorge was scurrying around underneath the Behemoth's legs, smashing his hammer-like blade. He was merciless as he swung with every hit, causing a deep incision in the side. The way that Jorge was swinging reminded Zero of a lumberman, with every swing making some impact. At the rate that he was going, I wouldn't be surprised that he would cut off the Behemoth's leg by another couple of hours. His cuts weren't simple small dents, but large and deep.
"Hahahahaha!" Jorge yelled in pure delight that he was making some impact. "This is what I'm talking about!" The flow of his blade intensified as magic started to swirl around it. Even his sword blazed like fire, cutting deeper and deeper.
The Behemoth was furious, it lifted its leg to stomp out Jorge, but Jorge just leisurely dodged out of harm's way and went back to hacking at the Behemoth's leg.
Zero slid into the attack, watching where he was aiming. He wasn't going to blunder in stupidly and get thrown off again. So instead, he looked for weeks of spots to exploit. When he scanned the Behemoth's body, he could find certain areas he didn't expect to see.
They were about five places that Zero could find that the Behemoth was trying to cover. One was under its neck, where he tucked his head close; the other two were its eyes; next was the small opening near the front legs where there was a gash, and the final one was where Jorge was hacking away. The Behemoth was now unable to completely put down its injured leg for weight because of Jorge.
Zero was quite amazed at Jorge's strength, especially with his skill to dodge out of harm's way with his large lumbering body. It was something that only a few Trolls were known for.
Debating on which one to attack first, Agnis called out toward him from his back. "What are you waiting for? Aren't we going to attack?!"
"Yes, I was thinking about where to hurt the Behemoth the most."
"Well, you better hurry because the remaining players and soldiers aren't going to survive!"
Agnis shot an arrow toward the Behemoth that was endowed with holy fire. It blazed across the sky as it pierced into one of its sides, causing a small-scale explosion.
"I know." Zero bolted forward, jerking Agnes from behind. She had to grab on tightly to his spikes so she wouldn't fall off. He ran forward towards Jorge and jumped up onto the wounded leg. Zero spat fireball after fireball in front of the gaping wound Jorge had created, causing an ugly hissing sound to erupt.
The Behemoth screamed as it hopped on the other three feet while trying to keep the one that Zero was on from completely useless. He shook hard to keep Zero off his leg, but Zero didn't let go. Instead, his claws dug in even deeper, giving him a better grip. Then, with his teeth and claws, he attempted to break through the tough meat, biting through it inch by inch.
Frustrated that it wasn't cutting through fast enough, he spat out small, condensed energy fireballs into the wound, repeatedly like a laser beam. It was a lot faster in digging into its skin, but it needed to be faster to get into its bones.
Even still, the Behemoth didn't stop shaking Zero off; it wasn't until the magical circle that the magicians had been cast had finally activated, showering it on its side. Then, with a thunderous roar, the Behemoth landed on its wounded leg, crying out from the pain as the magic arrows fell like rain.
"Aim for this spot!" Zero yelled, rallying everyone towards him to take out the Behemoth's leg. He knew he couldn't do it alone, but with the help of others, he knew that he could feel the monster.
The remaining players and troops heard his call, some shot arrows, while others rushed over to hack alongside him. The Behemoth attempted to get up, but its wounded leg hampered its weight, causing him to buckle back down. Nevertheless, players and troops alike continued their furious attack. Even Valiant and Sekka came in, showering with everything they got, chipping away at its strength little by little.
Whenever Zero got the chance, he would rip portions of the leg through with his claws to make the wound even uglier and bloodier. Of course, if anyone watching Zero had a weak heart, they would've hurled by now, but Zero wasn't such a person. So instead, he clawed, bit, and shot condensed fire, and eventually made his way through using what he had until he got through to the bone, his belly glowing an eerie blackish green as he sprayed out a torrent of unholy flames into the wound itself.
This time the flames didn't just burn at surface level; they entered into the skin and traveled slowly up its leg, causing it to glow red. Blistering pain began to boil up on the Behemoth's skin as it started to pop and hiss like an ugly lesion, and still, Zero didn't stop spitting out his flames. Whenever he got the chance to create new wounds, he would spit out another.
"That's more like it!" Jorge shouted and laughed diabolically. "That is how a dragon should be!" He swung his blade, cutting through bones, hacking away as fast as his large body handle. Blood sprayed outwards, dousing him in black.
Zero gave a triumphant roar, excited that the Behemoth had landed on its knees. This was a big accomplishment, especially for a creature like the Behemoth. Then, with a heavy slam, the ground shook as Behemoth's head hit the ground. Without a second thought, Zero climbed up quickly towards the back and raced towards the head.
Zeraph was glued to the Behemoth's body with his sword plunged into its back. If it weren't for the sword, he would've fallen off and probably died. When he saw Zero racing towards him, he quickly got up, pulled out his sword, and snatched his hand towards Zero's side. With one graceful pull, he scaled up towards Zero's back.
"Where are you heading?!" Zeraph asked, getting himself comfortable on Zero's back.
"Towards the head!"
"Are you aiming for its eyes?"
"Yea!" Zero wasn't as surprised at how quickly Zeraph had caught on. But, honestly, Zeraph would've done the same even if Zero hadn't.