It felt as though his insides had turned to mush; heat soared through his abdomen as warmth flooded from his stomach. Even wounded as he was, he was forced to roll over just as the massive, reinvigorated champion crashed down after a dramatic leap, attempting to crush him beneath its foot.
Only barely did he manage to avoid being crushed, but it hardly seemed to matter when he could only pick himself up to a single knee before the drooling beast was in front of him again, lifting its brutal club up with lethal intent.
CLANG
As heavy as death, the club descended like a falling tower, though it stopped just short of bashing in the man's head as he sat there on a knee, witnessing a familiar figure intercept the attack, holding the large club back with a claymore.
"Are you alright, Vandread?"
Forcing the checkered champion back with a burst of darkness, Asher stood there as his jet-black tufts brushed aside from the gale of battle.
