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Mortal Combat on the 6th Floor, and the Meaning of Strength – Part 04

“Nyaaaaah!”

Sara made the first strike against the serpent. The creature’s head, lunging toward her, loomed large enough to swallow her whole. Sara narrowly evaded and slashed at its body with her dagger. There was a grating sound, but the dagger failed to pierce the serpent’s hide. There was a magical membrane in place here as well.

As the serpent writhed, Sara took a direct hit and was sent hurtling.

“I told you!”

“Should we lend them a hand?”

“Are these the reinforcements? They seem like more trouble than help!”

Sara executed a graceful somersault and landed firmly on her feet.

“Are you sure you should be looking at me?”

Both the Beastmen and the serpent had turned their attention to Sara. Meanwhile, Selyse had positioned herself directly beneath the serpent.

Hiss.

With a start, the serpent redirected its focus to Selyse. Its face ruptured. No, a flying chunk of ice struck its face, bursting into pieces.

“Bullseye!” Serika cheered