"Fucker!!!"
The word tore from his throat raw and hot.
Burning in the sky above the forest, Zeke's eyes glowed with fury as his ignited form grew to 8 meters in height. The fire that clung to him wasn't the warm kind. It was the hungry kind. The kind that ate everything it touched and asked for more.
He looked down.
Far below through the canopy, the wounded beast was still moving. Still trying to drag itself away through the dirt and broken roots.
'No you don't.'
—woosh
He blasted down, dropping from the sky like a comet, and as he fell a spear of flames formed in his grip, sharpening itself against the wind, condensing until it had a point like a needle.
—crack!!
It pierced clean through the beast, pinning it to the forest floor.
'Gnaw!!'
The beast whimpered once.
Then it stopped moving.
[You have slain a tyrant]
