He couldn't take it anymore.
From the edge of the rail bed, he could see all three fights at once.
For the sixth time, Dain swung his broadsword. Sparks burst as the blade crashed down on the creature's skull plate and cracked bone, but the thing rolled sideways and came back up like nothing had happened. The three dim crystals on its spine were right there. Right fucking there. Exposed and pulsing, practically begging to be shattered.
And Dain went for the skull again.
Lyra was doing the same thing: crossing slashes to the head, the jaw, the legs, anywhere except the spine. At the cart, her creature turned its back to her for a full second as it rammed the frame. With the crystals wide open, she slashed its hindquarter instead.
Somehow the remaining guards were even worse. Two of them were supposed to be flanking Dain's target. Instead, they hacked wildly at its thickest shoulder plates, their steel bouncing off the bone like panicked lumberjacks.
