Trapped on the thrashing head of the Abyssal Maw Leviathan, with the force of its [Draconic Roar] rattling his very soul, Daniel felt a moment of pure, unadulterated clarity.
He was outmatched in raw power and wounded. His usual tactics, overwhelming force and impossible speed, were being neutralized by a beast so vast that it made the laws of physics seem optional.
He couldn't win a slugging match with a living mountain. He had to be smarter. He had to be a predator!
"Alright, you big ugly fish," he gritted out, the wind tearing the words from his mouth. "You want to play rough? Let's play rough."
He ignored the screaming pain in his ribs and the ringing in his ears.
He let go of his grip on the Leviathan's snout, a move of pure, calculated insanity.
For a fraction of a second, he was airborne, a lone spark of defiance in the face of an apocalyptic beast.
The Leviathan, sensing his release, began to open its colossal maw again, preparing to swallow him whole.
