With his free hand, he yanked the pickaxe up and drove it straight into the beast's leftmost eye.
"GROOOARRR!" The Ravager screamed, its body twisting in agony.
Ben did not stop.
His grip tightened.
He pulled the pickaxe sideways, tearing through the second eye, then the third.
SPLURCH.
Dark blood sprayed across the battlefield.
The creature's shrieks turned into a wet, choking roar.
Its struggles grew weaker.
Ben forced the maw on his arm wider, and with one final snap, it devoured the Ravager whole.
[Brute Ravager consumed. Acquired 85 biomass, and Brute Ravager body part: Savage Spines.]
Ben's eyes moved over the notification.
'Brute Ravager?' he thought.
His jaw tightened.
This was not the Alpha.
He scanned the battlefield, looking for anything that stood out.
Before he could locate the real Alpha, the formation of Ravagers broke apart.
The moment the Brute Ravager died, the rest of the pack scattered.
