Morne's eyes widened and his teeth clenched so hard that his gums started to ache, but there was little he could do. The beast, even though it was made of grass, weighed as much as an elephant, and if Morne could only barely hold back its paw with both hands, how could he hope to cast the beast off?
At that moment, Morne's eyes flashed with resolve. There was only one way he could see himself surviving, and he took it without hesitation.
He released the paw, letting it continue its course and shred his armor and chest apart, and grabbed the beast's snapping teeth, one hand on the top half and one hand on the bottom half.
A vein appeared on his forehead as his muscles screamed in pain, his muscular forearms bulging as he held the beast's snout less than an inch away from his throat.
