The Lord Dreadwing didn't hold back.
Cornered in the mud, its lower thorax crushed and its flawless aerodynamics ruined, the apex predator of the skies tapped directly into its own fading life force. It unleashed the absolute entirety of its hyper-concentrated acid reserves, preparing to meet the Badger's phantom assault with a catastrophic counterattack.
Its multifaceted eyes blazed with a terrifying, toxic inner light. Its massive mandibles unhinged, and it unleashed a point-blank volcanic eruption of neon-green death directly into the descending Great Badger.
It wasn't just a normal spray of acid, it was more like a pressurized, continuous beam of corrosive plasma. The heat was so intense it instantly vaporized the falling raindrops and turned the muddy crater into baked ceramic.
The beam slammed squarely into the Great Badger's chest.
