"Bruto! Climb onto my shoulder!"
The young Dwarf was seizing this rare opportunity, attacking the supports behind the Shark Lizard Beast's hind legs with ferocity when he heard the call. Startled, he hesitated for a moment, but his unquestioning trust in Lancelot kicked in immediately. He dashed over, dropped his hammer, and clambered onto Lancelot's ten-foot-tall frame using his hands and feet.
Lancelot's body felt to him like freshly forged steel, hot and hard.
It must be the effect of the Enlarge Spell, the Dwarf muttered to himself.
As he climbed, Lancelot's arms continued to lift; his lips were tightly shut, and the muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged, indicating he was exerting all his strength.
The Knight's current posture resembled that of a farmer wrestling a chayote, except his prey was twice his size.
"Dimensional Bag!" Lancelot managed to utter between grunts, "Acid!"
Bruto hesitated for a moment, then his face lit up with surprise.
