Angelina's golden bow was now fully formed. She notched an ethereal arrow and drew the string back, her aim unwavering. As she released the arrow, it streaked through the air with unnatural speed, finding its mark. The translucent projectile struck the creature's elongated head, causing it to reel backward, disoriented, and dazed.
Ironshade, seizing the opportunity presented by the creature's momentary distraction, charged forward with earth-shaking steps. His wide-bladed sword gleamed with malice as he brought it crashing down on the creature's exposed limb.
The blade struck with a thunderous impact, severing the creature's arm cleanly from its body. Black, viscous fluid spurted from the wound as the creature howled in anguish, writhing in agony.
Bruna, with her fangs still embedded in the creature's arm, released her grip and gracefully leaped backward, landing on all fours.
