The Killing Speedrun
As the beastly yellow hand grabbed Raze by the throat, he felt the wind knocked out of him.
"Lea-" he tried to speak, but the grip on his throat tightened.
Air was sucked out of his lungs, and it felt like the beast was about to crush his windpipe and kill him.
In a panicked state, with his flailing hands, he reached out to the rookie's blade, which was supposed to be on his waist.
But much to his horror, it wasn't there, which caused him to almost panic.
Until he remembered what his ability was.
Summoning a plain F-grade knife, he stabbed it with all the strength he could gather in his current state in the beast's arm.
Stab~
It took a lot of effort for him to somewhat pierce, but with enough strength, he was able to make a shallow stab wound.
However, when he tried to take the dagger out to stab again, it proved too tough.
It was as if the skin of the beast had tightened around it.