The sound of an explosion rang in the forest. The bodies of both fighters were thrown back, striking several trees before finally coming to a stop.
The knife had plunged deeply into the heart of the red RipMaw as it began to release painful wails, thrashing around on the ground before finally going limp.
Yet this was not enough to kill it.
The body of the abomination began to change slowly, the knife was being pushed away, and soon it would be back to its peak.
On the other hand, Vritra was barely conscious, all his accumulated injuries taking their toll on his body.
Most serious injuries were on his abdomen, chest, and back, though his arms and legs were also badly hurt with several deep cuts.
Each breath made his throat burn, excruciating pain shooting through his chest as the adrenaline rush finally ended.
Staring up at the misty sky, Vritra coughed blood, unable to gather any strength in his body.
