Vritra heard the faint voices from inside the building.
They must have been the victims of this group.
He sighed; these women would certainly die if he just left.
So, he decided to help just a bit.
Vritra finally could no longer maintain the dragon; he made it crash into the distance.
BOOOM
Again, quite a few mutants had died.
The number had finally decreased quite a lot, but it seemed powerful ones were about to appear.
He ran into the building and found one room locked; with a slight twist, it broke.
The women screamed in terror, they were already frightened by the sounds of battle outside.
"Don't worry, those guys are dead, and if you want to survive, just stay hidden underground."
There were twenty or so of them, and Vritra found them pitiful.
The blade of the machete in his hand was suddenly covered by blood, as its size increased.
Then he turned it into a big drilling machine which rotated rapidly, digging a deep and large enough hole within moments.
