"Aim for the vital points!" Zara ordered, her voice surprisingly firm considering her position.
Her seven points of strength were insufficient to free herself from the monster's grip, but that had never been her plan.
The Locus opened its jaws, preparing for the mortal blow.
It was the moment Zara had been waiting for.
With her hands free and the spear still firmly gripped, she attacked with surgical precision. The tip of her weapon plunged repeatedly into the muscles controlling the monster's jaw, methodically destroying them.
The Locus emitted a shriek of pain and frustration upon finding itself unable to close its mouth.
But the monster wouldn't give up on fulfilling its sole objective either.
The free three out of Its four arms then moved toward Zara's neck, seeking a new way to eliminate its prey.
