The goatman charged forward on all fours, galloping toward the center of the students' formation with terrifying momentum.
"BAAAA!"
A black, shadow-like mist billowed behind it, leaving a trail of rumble and destruction in its wake. Just as it was about to plow into the front line of students, a flash of lightning split the fog, materializing directly in its path.
BANG!
Bradford, wreathed in crackling energy, met the charge head-on. The impact sent him skidding back almost a dozen meters, his boots carving deep furrows into the soil. He'd stopped the charge, but just barely.
"BAAAAHHH!"
The goatman reared onto its hind legs, unleashing a wild, piercing bleat at the sky—a sound that deepened and distorted, warping into the guttural, twisted cry of a man. The eerie noise sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching, both in the stadium and on the field.
Thick, black fog continued to spew from its body, spreading rapidly and blanketing the forest in an unnatural twilight.
