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Owen thought about it, but he didn't know how he was supposed to stay alive in this situation either. However, at that time, it was too late to ask Punch what he was supposed to do.

The back leg of the enemy shot behind itself and the hard-bottomed hoof crashed into the side of Punch's face. His skull cracked right on the side of his eye socket, sending the eye blasting out through the front of his face. And all through a mangled shower of blood and brains, Punch lost his grip and went face first into the water.

Owen swung the axe down with all of the force in his arms, though his grip was weak. And as the creature swung its head at the weapon, all it accomplished was knocking the axe out of Owen's hands and sending it flying. He felt a shock go through his body as his arms went numb. The force of this reflecting attack drained the force from his body and sent him stumbling away into the wall.

"Fah! Get back!" Jamison was shouting from somewhere past Matsuda. Somehow he was the only one who hadn't gotten trampled. And, from the moment Punch had commanded them to attack, Jamison had been shooting rounds into the creature. Those hadn't slowed it down at all, but they had been pelting its hide nonstop from the end of his gun.

Matsuda held onto his head, shaking it slightly. Was that what that banging sound had been? Jamison had been shooting the entire time? Matsuda examined his own gun and realized there were no more rounds left in the shotgun right now. There was no way he'd have time to reload it.

Then, having nothing else to rely on, he reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieved a poker chip. He began to walk toward the exposed back of the enemy.

"Hyaaaa--!" Fakeru jumped straight up in the air, a trail of water following upward from beneath her. The enemy lunged with a snapping motion, trying to bite her body in half. Her back touched the high ceiling as she propelled herself higher than the enemy could reach, though its teeth nearly closed in on her glowing sandals from below.

In that moment, with her back against the ceiling, she braced her shoulders against the stone and kicked downward, nailing it right in the snout with her foot. For whatever little amount that accomplished, probably nothing, she at least had the courage to fight back in that moment.

"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, huh?" Matsuda muttered to himself. "But, looking at it, isn't this a place where I couldn't possibly win?" Was the game rigged against him once again? Had the designer of this shitty world already decided that he was going to die no matter what?

Maybe, in that case, Matsuda should do as much as possible to help the game come to a satisfying conclusion. Even if he was going to die he could at least help look after the others.

As the monster came back down, it felt an unwelcome surprise waiting for it. Zephyr had known that his weapon was not going to pierce the hide of the monster. And, in that instance, he knew that because of his small size he probably wouldn't be noticed right away. In fact, everyone here might have forgotten about him completely.

But he had pulled his arrow back and waited, biding his time. He just needed to line up one good shot and make that one count. That one arrow needed to be worth just as much as all of the supporting gunfire coming from behind.

Even as Jamison emptied the shells from his gun and began to reload it, Kidd had somehow pushed himself up with one elbow. Kidd was fumbling with the gun in his hands now, trying to hold it level forward, and find a way to help with the supporting fire as well. Even though the guns didn't seem to be having much effect... maybe... if they shot it enough times it would finally give into blood loss and stop moving.
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