It dashed forward, extending a tentacle from its body that formerly I'd been unaware of. I swung desperately and the sword clanged against the limb. I darted backward, noticing a large dent in the cutting edge.
Like a flash one of the lobster claws snapped out at me, nipping a cut in my left side, just below the ribs. Had it been another six inches over, I would have been cut in half.
I dashed to one side and it rushed past, stirring up a breeze as it went. How such a large creature could get up momentum so rapidly was a mystery to me.
I grated out one of Suzi's slogans to give myself courage. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And then it came to me that the trouble was that if they're big enough perhaps they don't get around to falling at all.
It was about and after me again.
I stood in its path, sword in hand, waiting. A massive groan went up from the stands.
Just before it reached me, I darted forward, crouched low, and dashed under its belly. Here, if anywhere, was the soft spot. As I ran, I thrust desperately upward with all my strength, then I was suddenly completely under and beyond it.
I spun around and stood there panting and staring at the end of my broken pointed sword.