Freeing Jermaine from his grip, Finn is up and pulling out the sword from where it was holstered on his backpack. An unremarkable, kind of dinged up steel sword from their collection. It wasn’t anything special (a far cry from the almost preternatural edge of the Finn Sword, for example) but it did the job. Jermaine had had a few reservations about whether they sixteen year old brother really needed to bring a sword to the beach, but their parents had raised them to never be underprepared and the matter was settled quickly.
The beach beneath the golem was becoming a swampy mess, the water-logged sand sucking at Finn’s feet as he trudged through it. He could hear Jake’s muffled shouts from above, and quickly clambering up the monster’s leg. Shifting, living sand made for difficult climbing and Finn almost fell several times before getting to the monster’s back. Holding on as well as he can, he raises the sword, hacking at the golem’s shoulder with all of his might. It took four or five swings before the still-forming arm was severed, instantly deconstituting once again.
“Jake?” His shouts of concern are mostly swallowed by the golem’s furious roar while Finn clings to it, looking around frantically for signs of his brother. “Jake, you okay!?”
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Freeing Jermaine from his grip, Finn is up and pulling out the sword from where it was holstered on his backpack. An unremarkable, kind of dinged up steel sword from their collection. It wasn’t anything special (a far cry from the almost preternatural edge of the Finn Sword, for example) but it did the job. Jermaine had had a few reservations about whether they sixteen year old brother really needed to bring a sword to the beach, but their parents had raised them to never be underprepared and the matter was settled quickly.
The beach beneath the golem was becoming a swampy mess, the water-logged sand sucking at Finn’s feet as he trudged through it. He could hear Jake’s muffled shouts from above, and quickly clambering up the monster’s leg. Shifting, living sand made for difficult climbing and Finn almost fell several times before getting to the monster’s back. Holding on as well as he can, he raises the sword, hacking at the golem’s shoulder with all of his might. It took four or five swings before the still-forming arm was severed, instantly deconstituting once again.
“Jake?” His shouts of concern are mostly swallowed by the golem’s furious roar while Finn clings to it, looking around frantically for signs of his brother. “Jake, you okay!?”