With how fast everyone moved, one second felt like several minutes long, and the ten-second clash that took place before Kali could make it there felt far too long to be endured. As the thousands of tentacles thrashed like a storm of whips, Merida lifted her sword to block just one of them, but she was far too slow to catch it.
Her arms moved, but they were too slow. The tentacle approached her head at blinding speed, and there were still hundreds of tentacles coming after. Her muscles tensed, and her tendons endured enough force that they were on the verge of tearing, yet she still couldn't accelerate fast enough.
She, who was a powerful demon lord whom the maids couldn't even touch without getting hurt, now found herself unable to keep up. She was too slow, too weak, too fragile to stand on this battlefield.
