Hopelessness and despair began to get to them as they could feel the severity of their situation the longer that they fought against the three vicious tentacles. They could almost feel the determination of the tentacles that were attacking them. Levy and Luc were doing their best to hack at these infernal things. But every time they managed to rid themselves off one tentacle and moved on to the next, the previous one would have regenerated and resumed attacking them when they were done with the next.
This pattern continued on, but both the men could not do anything else but to fight on. The only other option was to stop – but they obviously would not – which would spell certain doom for them and the dragon they were on. The dragon was also getting exhausted and slowly being strangled the longer they tried to maintain the status quo. All Levy and Luc could do was to keep themselves from getting caught by the tentacle themselves.
