Those three figures, all clad in chemical suits, leaped and weaved through the dense jungle, each time narrowly avoiding the Worm Cannonball assaults of the giant jaguar by mere inches.
One of them, a handsome man with androgynous, delicate features, wielded a Thin Sword. His movements were ghost-like as he circled the jaguar, nimbly dodging. Each time he pressed forward, he managed to slash through clusters of worms with his sword, causing them to burst and release pus.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian youth held a slender craft knife. Sinking the blade into the jaguar's flesh, he made a light cut that skillfully peeled away a large swath of skin, much like an expert butcher dismembering an ox.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man slid rapidly across the ground, dodging Worm Cannonballs and the jaguar's claw strikes. All the while, his fists suddenly clenched, igniting flames that soared ten feet high.
