This was just getting ridiculous. This really needed to be finished - soon. Every time the ugly thing opened its mouth, Aspel was able to draw its attention away just before it breathed on them.
"Got it!" he shouted, planting his feet and grabbing the Marlboro's tentacles before bending to get a good grip under the creature. Then, he lifted the monster into the air and threw it. He took off, reaching it just as it hit the ground and went at it with a flurry of punches and kicks. The Marlboro shuddered once and stopped moving.
Drake backed away before resting his hands on his knees, hunched over. "Well," he said, breathing heavily. Lifting Marlboros was no easy feat. He would definitely not do that again. "That was fun."