The crescent slammed violently into the side of the Centipede's head, shattering a section of its thick chitin and knocking its massive jaws entirely off course. A spray of highly corrosive venom missed Veylara by inches, raining down on the mud below and instantly dissolving the earth into a toxic sludge.
Veylara landed gracefully on the edge of the newly formed crater, her spear held in a relaxed, low guard.
The five Behemoths quickly recovered their stances, shaking off the impacts, and began to circle her once again. They were uninjured, but their glowing, malignant eyes were warier now. They had tested her defenses, trying to overwhelm her with synchronized, overlapping physical extremes… speed, momentum, stealth, mass, and venom.
She had parried, redirected, and countered every single one without sustaining a scratch.
