Finn slammed the rock into the slime's shoulder—and to his utter surprise, it worked.
Like, really worked.
With a wet SCHLOP, the monster's entire right arm was knocked clean off, splattering across the ground like jello tossed out of a moving carriage.
Slime sprayed everywhere in the blast radius—directly onto Majestria.
Her entire body froze. Shoulders tensed. Eyes wide.
A glob of goo slid down her face, another across her chest and torso, soaking her once-pristine divine dress in something that looked like rejected jackelodeon fluid.
"Hh—hhhk—G-GROSS!!!" she gasped.
The disarmed slime monster stumbled forward, staring at its own severed limb, then slowly turned its head to look at Finn.
Finn, frozen behind it, gave a weak smile.
'…Not good.'
He began awkwardly sidestepping toward the rock again, reaching for it like it was his last scrap of hope.
But the slime wasn't having it. It raised its remaining arm to strike.
Finn flinched. Covered his face.
And then—
