After finishing his sincere prayer and steadying his heart, Revan yelled to Dain.
"Dain, push it toward the dead one."
Dain followed his gaze. His scarred face twitched. "You want it to flatten over the carcass?."
"The body's rigid. It'll fold the same way the first one did over the rail. But wider. Wide enough to catch this thing."
"And if it doesn't flatten? If it jumps?" Dain snapped back.
"Then Lyra guts it in the air. Its underside has no armor."
Lyra said nothing. She shifted her weight onto her good leg, both blades angled low. Ready.
The creature sensed the change in positioning. Its fused skull tracked them, the four-way jaw grinding in that wet, mechanical rhythm.
'Yeah, you're smart,' Revan thought, tightening his grip on Volkar's blade. 'But you're running two brains on a cracked power supply. Let's see how long that lasts.'
Dain moved first. He came at the creature's right flank with a swinging his broadsword in a wide arc.
