The mutated beast roared and lunged forward, shaking the ground with each step.
"Here it comes!" the lead A-Rank shouted.
It moved fast—too fast for something so large.
Its legs slammed forward with force, and its six arms swung wildly.
Each strike hit with brutal weight.
The first hero it reached was the stone-skinned B-Rank.
He raised his arms to block, but the beast's punch knocked him back across the room, cracking the wall.
"His strength's insane!" someone shouted.
The creature didn't stop.
It twisted mid-run, using its wings to lift and spin.
One of its sharp claws slashed through the air, nearly hitting the eagle scout mid-dive.
"It's tracking me!" the scout yelled.
"It can follow movements too fast!"
The fire wielder shot a burst of flames at it.
The flames hit its shoulder and scorched the fur.
For a second, it paused.
But then the burns began to fade.
"Damn it," the flame user said. "It's healing."
