Astensia felt her body trying to fight, but there was no use depending on her body in a time like this. The only thing that could save her in a time like this… was her mind.
So, weakly, Astensia reached up with both hands and grabbed the pincer that was piercing her chest.
Even with no numerical strength left, even with her system parameters screaming at zero, she urged herself to do it simply because she was willing to.
As the Demon shrieked, Astensia forced her blood-slicked fingers to find purchase against the razor-sharp chitin.
The crab demon tried to yank its pincer free, but Astensia held on. Her muscles screamed. Her bones groaned. The edges of the pincer cut deeper into her palms, slicing through flesh, scraping against bone.
She was the Ironwill Knight. No matter how depleted her stats were, no matter how tired her muscles and bones were, all she had to do was will herself to move. To fight.
If she believed in herself enough, she could do anything.
