Pride was important to the strong. Especially to those that believed themselves stronger.
And the beast before me most definitely believed itself stronger.
So I trampled on that pride. Taunted it, knowing full well it wouldn't stand for something weaker than it showing the kind of confidence I was.
The beast's nostrils flared again as it huffed, this time in anger, and then it burst forward.
I didn't swing. I didn't move.
And the impact that followed showed me just how much it had been holding back before.
The spike of its shoulder slammed into me full force, snapping my spine immediately, then sending me crashing into the slope, roots, bark and soil exploding in all directions as my chest collapsed inwards.
[Host's [Impact Resistance] has increased greatly: x3]
[The Skill [Enhanced Impact Resistance III] has been upgraded to [Enhanced Impact Resistance IV]]
[Host's [Pierce Resistance] has increased greatly: x4]
