Just before the attack connected, Ethan's wings snapped downward and pulled him away.
A split second later, six arms swept across the space where he had been.
If he hadn't retreated in time, they would have closed around him.
Lunethar staggered to its feet. Blood covered its entire face, leaving all eight eyes temporarily blind, but that did nothing to keep it from tracking the battlefield.
Its six arms slowly rose.
A slit opened in each palm. Red flesh peeled back, and a blood-red eye grew from within, all six staring straight at Ethan.
"I really have to thank you!"
Lunethar clenched all six hands, hiding the eyes inside its palms. A pair of bloodstained wings sprouted from its back, and one beat sent its massive body hurtling toward Ethan.
Its six arms immediately took on separate roles.
Two gathered energy spheres. Two guarded its vital points. The last two formed fists and attacked.
Ethan didn't know what to say.
This was its idea of thanking him?
