Resists the Goliath's mud acid stuff

Its truck curled under its belly like a grasping hand, but I’d been sure to position myself outside its reach. It twitched a few times, almost as if sniffing for me—but I braced myself, knowing it wasn’t. Sure enough, the trunk sprayed me with a dark, viscous fluid a moment later, hosing the underside of its belly with enough force that I had to hunch my shoulders to keep my place. The fluid stuck to its skin like mud, clinging to whatever flesh it struck.

The moment it touched me, however, there was a rather different reaction. It hissed and spat at the contact, steam rising all around me as it began to boil. It was an acid, of sorts; one that my dad had described liquefying crowds of civilians in seconds and leaving even some Hunters with brutal scars. It frothed and tried to eat at my adamant skin, noxious fumes rising from it, but I closed my eyes and mouth and continued my work on its stomach.

It stomped its feet, trunk releasing a sound that was almost annoyed in its pitch. More visibly, the pounding of its feet cracked the earth beneath it, shattering it in ways beyond the limits of even its mighty strength until a field of fissures extended hundreds of meters in every direction, pits yawning open wide far beneath me.

But that mighty attack didn’t even reach me. Its main weapons were its trunk, mouth, and feet. I could avoid its feet, at least, by staying high above the ground, ignoring its shockwave and earth-based attacks thereby. Its breath weapon, perhaps its strongest form of attack, was limited by the shape and structure of its head and neck. So long as I stayed on its belly and out of the physical reach of its trunk, the only weapon it had was its acid snot which, while disgusting, dealt a relatively small amount of damage, if persistently. Its tail could serve as a weapon if absolutely needed, but I evaded even that from here. So long as I remained on its belly or back, it would seem I was out of its reach.

Of course, in reality, if the Goliaths had a weak point this glaring, they’d have long since been hunted down. I could maybe understand why not everyone would want to jump down a Nevermore’s throat, efficient as it might be, but this? This was something else. Not every Hunter could withstand this acid like I could, but enough could that if this was an effective tactic, people would have used it by now. In my parent’s stories, they hadn’t even seemed to consider the possibility, so what was it that made Hunter’s wary?

After several seconds of me ripping into vulnerable patches of flesh, the Goliath had enough. Its trunk curled again, spewing another acidic layer onto me, its chest, and then its front legs. I held on again, briefly pausing in my assault to cling tight to its chest once more, but it didn’t even bother focusing on me this time, paying more attention to coating its forelimbs. Then, opening its mouth, it awkwardly raised one leg.