A battle cry maybe?
Fifteen feet. . .
Ten feet. . .
Nexus fingers tightened on the weapon-
Eight fe–
His body heated up as he slowly raised the glowing red blade- arching over his head. Six feet away, he brought the massive sword down! It whistled through the air- as he swung twice with all his might.
With a sickening plop, the vibrating steel sliced into the tentacles- immediately separating them in halves. Stacy fell face down- suspended only by the remaining two holding her legs below.
In a blur of black and silver, whirring on his flying sword- Nexus circled back. Clutching the sword tightly, he swung again- this time, aiming below her. The vibrating blade sank its teeth right into the first and second tentacles- slicing through like steel through hot butter.
Instantly, a disruptive roar shook the terrain. In violent reverberations, the monster screamed into the dark night.
