Tamed
Grim leapt above the centaur's tail and hanged on to it for dear life.
As it had already fallen down to the ground below, its movements were contained and it was not as jittery as it was before.
K squinted his eyes as if to analyze what it was that Grim was trying to achieve. "Is he trying to get the last attack on it?" he thought to himself.
No. Grim had already placed his knife on his hilt. So the elven boy was not closing the distance just to land a fatal blow.
"My stamina has long been depleted. Tch. At most, I have one more jump from these tiny bee wings – and I am done for!" Grim said as he clicked his tongue.
Dart exhaled. "You are going to have one chance at taming him, then. There is no way we can reach the top of his head without those bee wings of yours!" Dart exclaimed. "If it fails, we can just kill it ourselves!"
"K! Keep its axe occupied! Disarm it if you can!" Grim said to K.