Lira had the same problem expressed differently.
Twelve creatures with two-meter tentacles heading toward her. Zero magic available. The eight-hundred-year stance that was all she had.
The first tentacle reached for her neck.
Lira dodged it with an SS lateral step — the same one she'd used thirty times against the administrator, the one with the exact timing for the extension range of the labyrinth tentacles.
The two-meter tentacle reached her anyway.
Lira dodged further.
The second tentacle came from the other shoulder.
Lira dodged, and the first wrapped around her left forearm instead of her neck.
It squeezed.
Lira clenched her teeth.
Eight hundred years of SS vampiric existence meant her base physical strength, without magic, was still considerably superior to most things in Aethon.
She grabbed the tentacle with her right hand and pulled.
The creature went flying by the tentacle.
It hit two of the ones behind it.
