All that said and done, I couldn't get angry at this moment. With Ironhold out of the way, the Blizzard Mauler was in the clear for both of us.
I also had to be mindful of my spirit essence—and at the same time, my hold on my attribute, which was currently bolstering the team's overall strength. The mental juggling act was getting old fast. I held my dagger low and moved immediately, throwing myself out of the beast's path. It had lunged forward, naturally, and was now bearing down on Kael, who'd been too slow to react.
The poor guy yelled in horror, his voice cracking.
I lunged from behind, burying both daggers into one of its massive legs with everything I had. The blades sank in, and I dragged them down to increase the laceration, tearing through white fur and pale flesh. Despite the fact that my spirit gear had done its job—the daggers were sharp, well-made—the wound was still frustratingly shallow.
'Either I'm pathetically weak, or this thing's hide is reinforced steel.'
