Taggerung remained still, almost wanting the stab to hit, it seemed. The blade pierced straight through the gut, missing Taggerung's spine as it pierced all the way through. The end of the blade was coated in a purplish liquid, steaming exuding from the ooze of the blade. For a shadow of a second, it almost appeared as if a smirk came across Taggerung's slightly agape mouth. Taggerung gripped the blade with both hands, the sound of ripping fabric could be heard, the blade digging into the flesh of the hand. Once more, a sickening popping sound could be heard. Taggerung's jaw once more unhinged, reaching it's full length. Time seemed to slow down as the mouth in front of Celeste opened, revealing the abyss of the creatures mouth. A horrid smell exuded from the hole. A smell of rotted corpses. Taggerung snapped forward and down at Celeste's head. Blade or not, Taggerung had more than enough room to engulf the some of the top half of Celeste. The rows of sword-like teeth gleamed, mere inches from Celeste's flesh.