"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!" Phoebe's yell echoed in the cavern and echoed in Aeric's head.
He froze for a split second, his breath catching in his chest. The scene stretched out before him, time slowing as his mind raced.
'Do something.' The thought screamed at him. 'I have to do something! But every option seems riddled with risks. I can't summon a blast using my Divinity — not here, not yet. If I tried it, it would draw attention. But even if I did, I haven't mastered it so I'm not even sure it could work.'
His control wasn't honed enough for precision, and he hadn't finished condensing his Essence yet.
He gritted his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening. 'I could throw my sword,' he thought. 'But would it even hit? I don't have enough strength or swordsmanship tuned for throwing, and if I miss, Phoebe's dead.'
A growl rumbled in his throat. The beast was too fast, too close. No time for hesitation.
