'So much for a plan,' Min-ho gritted his teeth, then rolled—bringing himself underneath the Spector.
As he stepped, something fell on his shoulder. A quick glance, and he realized it was blood.
His breath caught for a moment—he thought it was his. But at the corner of his eye, he could see a trail coming down the Spector.
Suddenly, realization struck him. Or at least, he thought it was realization.
The Spector fell to the ground, attempting to crush him under its weight.
With wide eyes, he ran and leaped.
SLAM!
Once again, he escaped by the skin of his teeth. But he wasn't going to let up.
He bolted onto his feet and leaped toward the Spector, clambering over it and getting onto its back.
As the Spector rose, he held firm to the crevices on its body. Then, acting quickly, he crawled toward the spot on the Spector's back where it had wounded itself.
He reached the wound, where blood was trailing down the white exoskeleton. Without hesitation, he lifted his dagger.
