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/FWOOSH!/
"ROAAR!"
/PIERCE!/
The monster dashed towards Dale, swinging his arms without any precision. However, even without tact, the beast's claws were likely huge claymores cutting through the air, covering much of the space before Dale as they threatened to turn him into jerky.
Yet, Dale did not flinch.
Instead of walking back, he immediately drew in the distance closing the gap between them to a point where the monster couldn't strike him.
Its large, stiff arms, made it hard for it to touch some parts of its huge body, and at this speed, the monster couldn't react fast enough and change the trajectory of its fingers.
Thus, taking this chance, amidst the scales of the beast, Dale found a gap, and in this moment of vulnerability, he swung his spear forward, intending to cripple the beast.
