The titan’s roar of frustration and pain nearly deafened him.  Sean, who’d been running toward the first injured foot to continue his assault, dropped his sword and covered his ears with his hands.  Unwilling to let go of his own weapon, Allistor had to just grit his teeth and suffer.  He turned and ran past the giant’s foot, away from the stronghold.  He hoped to turn it around and lead it away again.

Dashing about fifty yards behind the thing, he turned and started shouting.  He thought about firing a shot from his handgun, but it wouldn’t do any damage, and he didn’t want to waste ammo.  As it turned out, he didn’t need to.  The taunt was more than enough.  His toe-shot had well and truly annoyed the monster.  He Examined it as it turned again.

Void Titan

Level 10

Health  4,600/8,000

“Holy shit!  Almost half its health is gone?” He stared at it for a moment longer and then retreated farther.  It had made its lumbering turn and was moving toward him.  A shout from Sean caught his attention.  The deputy was running up to the damaged heel with his shotgun in hand.  Allistor saw him jam the barrel up against the wound they had opened and pull the trigger.  He was instantly covered in a back spray of titan flesh and black ichor.

The monster faltered again, making a sort of pained whining sound rather than a roar.  It dragged the injured foot a bit as it tried to step forward and the damaged muscles and tendons didn’t respond.   Suddenly off balance, its momentum made it stumble forward onto one knee.  Both hands went down in front of it to stop its fall.

Michael and Ramon, seeing this, stopped their flight and turned around.  They raced back toward the monster, guns up and ready.   Robert Edward, who had retreated inside, and Sandy, both shot out of the gates behind them, intent on joining the fight.

As the void titan’s hands had hit the ground not far from Allistor, he too charged forward.  He jammed his spear into the inside of one wrist, hoping it had veins similar to a human wrist that he could open.   The flesh was softer here than on the feet, and his weapon sank deep.  A notification popped up on his interface.

Critical hit!  You have hit a vulnerable point on an incapacitated enemy.

Allistor waved away the notice and pulled his spear free.  Black blood pumped from the ragged wound, so he shoved the weapon in again close by.  He twisted as he ripped it back out, then retreated back the way he’d come.

Behind the titan, he could see Sean pumping round after round into the sole of the injured foot.  The barrel was inches from its flesh, and based on the amount of black blood spraying around him, he was creating a good-sized hole.