Ethan ducked beneath a strike that would have decapitated him instantly.
He countered with three rapid strikes to the joint connecting the behemoth's head and thorax.
His daggers pierced armor that had repelled the other generals' weapons.
The behemoth roared in genuine pain, five remaining eye-stalks swiveling to track Ethan's movement as he disengaged with Enhanced Speed.
"Its neck!" he called to the others. "Target the segments I've already damaged!"
The generals adjusted their attack patterns, focusing where Ethan had created vulnerability.
Still, their combined efforts barely managed what Ethan accomplished alone. The behemoth's armor simply exceeded low silver-rank penetration capabilities.
"We need something stronger," General Zhao acknowledged, frustration evident as her lightning spear glanced off crystalline plating once more.
