For one reason or another though, one of the snake Grimm saw fit to prevent his escape. Sweeping out with its white head, Perry was forced to defend himself from the destructive movement. Jumping up and bracing himself with his lance as the Taijitu shattered what remained of the bridge’s damaged supports, the head slammed into him as it left the bridge falling in pieces behind. Blast Bicell managed to wedge itself into the thick bone armor of the Grimm’s head, but its age meant the natural armor was far too thick for him to pierce without a boost. Good thing he had jsut the thing. 

Yet instead of a resounding boom that would have drove his weapon clean through the creature’s skull, Perry was rewarded with an dull clicking sound that caused a pit to form in his stomach. “Shit.” And then there was another reason for the curse soon enough. When the Grimm came to a halt, inertia decided to kick in and Perry did not do the same. Wrenched off the Taijitu’s skull by the force, weapon in hand, Perry crashed to the grass and rolled for a few meters before he finally came to a halt. Groaning painfully as he raised his head, he could feel fresh blood from reopened wounds. While he would have loved to do nothing more than faint at this point, Perry forced himself to stay conscious, well aware of the King Taijitu’s gaze. Not that he would be able to do much if it decided it wanted a small snack, but it seemed content to simply watch for the moment.