Noah cracked his neck, the sound audible even over the ambient forest noise. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the dense alien air, and watched the three-horn begin its charge.
The creature moved fast, faster than the bulkier three-horns he'd fought before. Its lean build translated to explosive acceleration, legs eating up the distance between them in massive strides. Ten meters. Eight. Six.
Its fist drew back, coiling like a spring, preparing to unleash force that would turn Noah's torso into paste.
'Three meters. Two. Now.'
[NULL STRIKE ACTIVATED]
Purple-black energy erupted around Noah's fist as he cocked his arm back, matching the Harbinger's motion. For one microsecond, he saw the creature's expression shift. Feral aggression became immediate regret. It had overcommitted to this punch, had closed distance expecting to land first, and now Noah was going to make it pay.
BOOM.
