The pack of Werewolves that had been trained by Dean hadn’t just arrived where Kai was; they had split in two, focusing on the key areas that needed the most help: arriving in Cipen, and they had also arrived at Burnham.
Just as Numba and Ian thought they would be running into certain death going up against the mythical Hydra beast, they had help appear by their side. The glowing eyes appeared from above, appeared from the side, and immediately charged forward, having no fear as they went against the mythical beast.
Right now, a pack of Werewolves were dealing with the Hydra as best as they could as they continued to attack every area they knew. They were wild in their movement, as they slithered between the heads, nimble and were using their sharp claws where they could.
“Come on, we have to help as well, you know that just attacking the heads isn’t going to do anything, even if they manage to rip it apart, it’s just going to grow back again, we need to get rid of the main body!” Numba suggested.
Ian agreed and started to charge forward; the two of them were running down the center, and one of the heads was whipping through the air heading their way. It was frightening because they knew the heads had an enormous amount of sheer power, strange green blood and liquid that could melt almost anything, and then there were the sharp, deadly teeth as well.
They continued to run forward, Ian activating the bristles on his body and large horns that had grown from Numba’s head.
As the head was diving towards them, though, one of the Werewolves that was on top of another head had jumped down, landing right on top of the head, causing it to crash into the concrete.
“Keep going!” The Werewolf shouted, half in a growl as it was fighting against the ferocious head that was trying to swing it off its body.
“These wolf guys are good, huh,” Ian commented. “I guess we really need to pull through, based on how much they're sacrificing.”
The reason Ian said this was because not all of the Werewolves were having a good time against the Hydra’s head. For instance, one had been thrown violently into a building.
Another had successfully cut part of the Hydra’s body but got acid on its arm. It had withered down into nothing but a stump, but they were still fighting.
Although the Werewolves were a large amount of help, Numba and Ian felt like they could only help them for a short amount of time; they needed to finish this.
“Hey, your spikes that you make, can you make one with a flat end?” Numba asked.
“I think I might be able to improvise something,” Ian brought one spike out from the palm of his hand, golden in color but sharp on both ends. He then produced the same from the other end with his other hand and held them both.
“You know that thing, where the only thing sharp enough to cut diamonds is another diamond, we’ll just use that!” Ian said as he lifted one hand and swung it down, trying to chop off the bottom. A mark was made on it, but it wasn’t enough to cut the sharp end off.
“You know that thing with diamonds, do you know how much force you need?” Numba replied as he grabbed the sharp brisket from Ian and lifted it in the air. He then swung it down even faster and harder, hitting it on the exact point, cutting off one end and making a smooth circular bottom. “You need a lot of force.”
“Alright, alright, show off, use that damned strength to beat this guy then!” Ian said, as he knew the two of them were getting close.
The last time they had gotten close, Raven was ready for them with an unheralded tactic. Although most of the heads were distracted, there was a chance it could happen again, and it looked like they were right.
Raven had used one of his heads to rip off one of his own, and a waterfall of green blood had dropped down in front of him.
“I expected you to do that; Ian, throw the damn thing!” Numba ordered.
Ian threw it right at Raven, and in doing so, Numba quickly blasted off using his explosive strength to catch up to the sharp bristle. Then, with a fist, he hammered the bottom part of it as hard as he could, giving it even more strength.
It propelled forward, going through the green liquid. It smashed right into Raven’s body, and his whole body was lifted in the air from the force. The Hydra heads that were in the middle of battling with the other Werewolves were dragged back along with the body.
It was a strange sight to see such large heads suddenly go flying back as they were dragged in the air. Eventually, Raven fell to the floor off in the distance.
“Did we do it… did we kill him?” Ian asked.
“As long as you aimed for the heart, I’m pretty sure he’s dead,” Numba replied, huffing and panting. They had been fighting for a long time, and he had to give it his all to catch up with the bristle throw.
In the distance, though, the heads that were lying flat on the floor started to move; they were rising in the air, and a strange sight had bewildered them.
Using the heads as if they were legs, they pushed off the ground, and now, Raven’s body was seen floating in the air, along with the other Hydra heads, and the Hydra head with Raven’s actual face floating.
With his hands, the bristle with a blunt end could be seen; he had been hit in the chest. It was a powerful blow that drew blood from his mouth, but when it went through the green liquid, it had become blunt, and the Hydra’s hard skin had made it so it failed to pierce his body.
“Why is everyone just trying to stop me from getting my justice? I guess this is what Heroes face when in a struggle and they must do whatever they can to triumph,” Raven spoke.
“Hero, did you hear this guy, he thinks he’s a freaking hero,” Ian commented.
“They do say victors write history books, and right now, I’m not sure we’re going to be the ones to win this,” Numba replied.
Because he could see what Raven was doing, his Hydra heads were biting off and ripping the heads off others. As he ripped part of his body and they fell to the floor, two more heads started to generate.
He was continually doing this, to the point where the multiple Hydra heads in the sky were blocking out the sky, casting a shadow over them. They no longer even knew how many heads there were.
“F*ck,” Ian commented; it was the only word he could feel as he saw this sight.
However, what they were unaware of was the two individuals had gotten up from behind them and were walking up from behind.
“Did you have to go and make him a harder fight for us?”
Turning their heads, they could see the two females. They looked the same as before in their human form, but something was different about them as they stood there strongly.
[You have successfully evolved into your new Class]
[Hunter Class has been upgraded to = Apex Hunter Class]
[You have successfully evolved into your new Class]
[Protector Class has been upgraded to = Titan Vanguard]
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