Kira didn't hesitate. Vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around the creature's legs. They snapped almost immediately under its strength, but it was enough to make it pause. Coco threw a canteen of dark water that splashed across its midsection, it probably did nothing… but he was probably doing his best. Phinyx waved his arms, yelling different debuff vibes from the side.
The creature's attention fragmented, unsure which threat to address.
Finn's voice cut through the chaos, strained but clear. "Allaran! The section it's right there, dead center!"
That was all I needed.
I didn't run toward the monster. I didn't need to get closer. I just needed to focus.
The severed head was heavy in my left hand, cold metal against my palm. I raised it, and closed my eyes. My mind reached out, past the head in my grip, past the chaos of battle, toward the creature's massive silver form.
Dead center. Where a heart should be.
