Its six massive, spiked legs were kicking wildly in the air, thrashing in a frantic, blind panic to right itself. The massive horn on its head gouged deep trenches into the soil.
Sol tightened his grip on the Dreadwing Blade and sprinted straight at the overturned monster.
He didn't give the beast a single microsecond to recover.
Sprinting forward, he leaped onto the thrashing, overturned underbelly of the Beetle. The air was a chaotic nightmare of wildly kicking, razor-sharp legs, each one thick as a petrified tree and capable of slicing him in half.
This was where the Dreadwing's exceptional sensory enhancements truly shined.
The glare of the sun and the frantic blur of the legs were too chaotic. So, he let the Dreadwing's sensory enhancements take over.
