BANG!
The Leviathan's head snapped back into place.
A ridge of cracked scales along its jaw had caved in where her fist had landed. Molten light bled from the cracks and dripped into the sea, hissing.
It roared at her.
The Daemoness didn't wait for it to finish. She was already moving again.
Simon watched her close the distance in a straight line, her armor gleaming wet in the firelight. Her second blow landed under the beast's chin. The third struck its throat.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Each impact sent a ring of flattened water racing outward across the sea.
"You're either very brave or very stupid."
Simon turned.
Veyra hovered beside him, arms folded, her dark-blue coat snapping in the hot wind. Her green hair was plastered to her forehead with steam.
"The west is quiet," she said before he could ask. "I left my people watching it. Torvek told me to keep an eye on you." Her mouth twitched. "Apparently with good reason."
"I didn't plan on it."
