UNDERTALE-CLUB

Frisk and MK reached the ground, taking in the sight of the battle. Though the archers up above were doing well, ultimately, they weren’t contributing much to the fight. And to make matters worse, a good chunk of the forces had been diverted to keep the fire serpent at bay. That wasn’t going too well. It was smashing through the barriers with ease and incinerating everyone it could with its fire breath, regardless of whose side they were on. Asgore was at the head of that front, using fireballs to try and slow it down, though Monster magic didn’t do much against it. Frisk charged forward, launching a blast of lightning from their trident at it, which did get the beast’s attention. It turned to face them, only to get a face full of spears from MK. It knocked it back for a moment which allowed the two kids to run up to Asgore. “What are we dealing with?” Frisk asked. “A creature made of fire,” Asgore explained. “It seems to be killing anyone in its path, regardless of faction.” “Volos