Barely managing to dodge out the way with a roll, Beam ducked, as the trunk of the tree behind him exploded in a mess of wood and sap, completely shattered where the Konbreakers fist had hit it.
And now the other Konbreaker was closing in too, zooming in from the opposite direction. Now that they'd secured their evolution, they seemed confident enough that they could avoid the pile of food, for it was Beam they focused on now in his entirety.
He was forced to dodge again. He knew he couldn't let those Konbreaker claws touch him – he couldn't even parry them with his sword, lest his steel shatter and he be left with nothing to defend himself.
Now it was Beam's turn to run around the pile of corpses, as he desperately tried to dodge their attacks, fear rising in his chest as he got an awful sense of foreboding. He'd massively underestimated the enemy. If allowed to evolve so freely, they were nothing if not a problem.
