"Roland!" I shout in warning.
It's perhaps a useless one, as it's hardly as if Roland can't see for himself where the beast is, but it's instinctual. I can't help but shout it.
As the beast is halfway through the strike, I throw my dagger towards it, burying it into the creature's skull. The creature jerks away from Roland and begins shaking its head furiously, pulling my weapon loose and flinging it away, clearly angered.
It may not have done the damage such a strike should have done to anything else, but it still served its purpose. It helped us survive just a little longer.
A little could turn into a lot, if the old man managed to succeed.
As the monster swings to retaliate against me, I leap backwards, just barely managing to get out of the way of the massive beast's attack.
There's perilously little room for such dodging, though.
