The massive creature begins to drop to the ground, threatening to use its massive weight to crush the Desiertian entirely. “Oh shit!” he yells as he narrowly avoids the slam. The smaller creature, however, was not so lucky and was instantly crushed by the sheer weight of its larger parent. The sickening sound of bones being crushed could be heard as the creature rolls around, still attempting to crush Xerxes with its body. The Desiertian runs as fast as he can, opting to sheath his weapon so he can pump his arms while he runs. All he could hear was the rapidly approaching rumbling that nipped at his back. “How the fuck am I going to get out of this?” he thinks.
Suddenly, a plan come to him. A plan that, if he failed in, would undoubtedly spell the end for him. “Please let this work. Last thing I need is that damn Ikazuchi to hate me for this.” He says as he unsheathes Jotunn’s Fang once more. He only had one shot at this and needed to make it count. He aims the weapon in front of him and tosses it forward with all of his might with the blunt edge aimed at the ground. The polearm lodges itself at an angle directly in front of him as Xerxes continues to run. As he passes the lodged weapon, he hears a loud roar of pain as the rumbling behind him gradually stops. The Desiertian comes to a stop before turning around, seeing the creature’s belly split open as a result of rolling directly over Jotunn’s Fang. It laid on its back a short distance away with its breathing labored. “You are a mean son of a bitch!” Xerxes says as he struggles to catch his breath. Slowly, he walks pass the creature and removes Jotunn’s Fang from the ground before moving towards its neck. The creature looks at him with the same defiant eyes as its offspring as Xerxes stares at it expressionlessly. “Don’t blame me for this. You shouldn’t have attempted to squish me. Nothing personal.”
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Total Word Count: 1,937 / 2,125