Hajin's rear heel jammed into a fissure, giving him the purchase his fist needed against the descending mouth.
His first Ring poured its one-point-five multiplier down his arm as sand slid into the pit around him.
The second Ring stayed dormant, and he poured everything he owned into that single swing.
'Past the wagon, into the trench, and nowhere near those poor damn horses, easy.'
Juna slashed another climbing grip loose while Loccy kept both drivers tucked close behind Vella's shield.
The worm's dive gave him a clean line through its jaw toward the open trench beyond the cart.
Its teeth reached within two paces of his face, grinding so loud they swallowed every other sound.
"Come on then, ugly!" he bellowed into the closing throat.
His knuckles hit the forehead plate before the jaws reached his shoulders, carrying his whole body behind the Ring.
For one heartbeat the armored head stopped dead while the rest of the body kept falling behind it.
