In its elevated state, it was now over seven feet tall.
Haze realized suddenly that he wasn't with his sword anymore. It had been knocked off when he was sent flying.
He looked around in alarm trying to find it but it was a futile effort. The high pile of snow made it hard to find any object.
'My sword!' He thought in fright.
The larva seemed to have recovered from the pain enough to remember Haze was the cause of it's misery.
It looked at Haze and screeched. Then it began to charge at him.
It was a terrifyingly beautiful sight. The larva still had most of its upper body elevated as it slithered towards Haze.
Haze watched the angry larva rapidly approaching him with some degree of fear.
He still hasn't found his sword.
Without his sword, he was as good as useless. Sure he could dodge the larva's attacks and avoid getting injured, but he couldn't launch any attacks.
