The golden chain came down on the skull of the monster with a crack that flattened grass in a wide ring while bark came off the trees behind it.
Recoil tore up through his arms as the horns dropped toward the gravel, though the body under that stretched hide refused to finish falling.
Its four Shards flared at once, then a claw the size of a door swept up at him out of the dust.
Hajin hauled on the chain and slipped under the passing claw by inches.
He landed in a crouch across the broad back while reinforced muscle shifted under his feet.
'It is too tough for blunt force,' he thought as the shoulders rolled beneath him, 'so I need something soft to put this through.'
The ring turning above his wrist fed golden mana down the length of that forearm while the instincts riding the Fragment took the next choice out of his hands.
