It was a painful move, but a necessary one, because the moment the berserk ogre realized it had missed her, it ground to a halt, twisted its massive body, and charged at her again, intent on slamming her into the earth.
Addison hissed as sharp gravel dug into her palms, but she forced herself back up. The berserk ogre was already barreling toward her, faster than before, giving her no chance to draw her sword from her magic bag to slash at its legs and slow it down.
She had stowed the weapon before diving aside, hoping to find an opening to strike again, but it was becoming clear that such a chance wouldn't come easily.
Her earlier fears were proving true: she might end up exhausting herself completely before Zion even arrived. Only now, the stakes had climbed several notches higher.
