IWUAaDNW: Growth 3.9

"Ad leazd id's dot your dose!" Gwen shot back.

She'd restored her grip and was now focusing on her mace. I bucked Atlas' body again, but this time she managed to hang on. Her mace glowed, and she smashed down at Atlas' back again, this time leaving a deep dent. Another hit, without the glow this time, was able to further weaken the carapace. A third hit dug a small hole barely deep enough for hemolymph to start bubbling out.

Barely deep enough to serve as a handhold.

She hooked her mace to her belt and reached forward again, this time easily taking hold of the hole she'd made. I tried to buck her again, but couldn't manage it. Atlas' antenna smashed into her, but at this point she was too close, and there was no power behind the blow.

She secured her hold, grabbed her mace then started smashing it into Atlas' front-right leg. Once, twice, three times, four ti––

The leg gave. A single leg to hold his mass on the right side was not enough. The last leg failed and his enormous body thunderously fell to the ground. She took the opportunity, pushing herself forward with a grunt of effort, then straddling the side of Atlas' thorax to bring his head in range. I tried to make him grab her, but his neck didn't bend that way.

So I waited until she raised her mace to smash her arm with the antenna stub.

She hadn't expected that at all. She yelped as she lost her grip and her mace went flying, clattering onto the hard dirt of the arena, well within range of Atlas' mandibles.