Chapter 103: The Titan's Marrow
Bram dangled by his bleeding fingertips. The abyss yawned hundreds of feet below him.
Above him, the massive gargoyle shrieked. It raised its jagged stone claw and thrust it downward for the killing blow.
Bram did not close his eyes. He let go of the cliff with his right hand.
He swung his arm up and caught the descending stone claw with his bare hand. The raw kinetic impact threatened to rip his shoulder from its socket. Blood splattered across his face. But Bram held on. His grip was like a steel vice.
The monster shrieked in confusion. It tried to pull its arm back.
"My turn," Bram growled.
Using the gargoyle's own arm as leverage, Bram pulled his massive frame upward. He planted his boots firmly onto the edge of the summit. He unhooked the heavy iron bag from his back. He gripped the thick rusted chains with both hands.
With a terrifying roar, Bram swung the bag of iron ores like a giant flail.
