Final Push

The giant raised the root higher, making the black fluid slow down.

(Target the hand at the wrist) Jay commanded.

Blue and Red hacked away with their swords, but smaller growths sprung out of the giant’s hand; smaller snake-like vines.

They had no poison, but tried to grasp and entangle the swords along with the skeletons, protecting the hand.

The skeletons had to slash them away and sever them before they could weaken the hand any further.

Jay ran, crawled and climbed along the root as it changed positions and twisted in the giant’s grip. The closer the black liquid came, the more it moved.

Piercing his gauntlets’ claws into the root, he had a moment to think as he waited for it to settle.

“It’s panicking… I think? Didn’t it expect this, though? Didn’t it think someone would come to end the experiment someday?” he wondered, thinking it should face its death with fury rather than fear.

“Perhaps fear is all it knows.”

Jay glanced at the army of knights below.