The Mantis screeched!
A sound that seemed to rise up from the depths of hell tore its way out of is razor like mandibles, like the anguished cry of something that had just lost its will to hold back.
Which, in fact, it had.
Beast Slayer's punch hadn't just cracked its armour — it had hurt the Mantis. Deeply so. A pain unimaginable spread all throughout its body. Viscera spilled from the Radiant Beast's mangled torso, with a thick purple goo bubbling in the air like acid.
The chitin along its midsection had been crushed, not just cracked, and the wound exposed soft, vulnerable tissue that had never seen the open air before today.
And it was pissed.
The Mantis went feral.
It launched itself into a wild frenzy, wielding its sharp scythe like forelimbs up as a pair of wings unfurled from its back, flaring them so violently that the sudden pulse of air knocked over one of the Radiant Slayers foolish enough to get close while it was in such a chaotic state.
