If he wasn't a shell-type beastman and had also reached the level of a stripeless beast, he'd probably have died.
He was an enraged wild beast, and there was no order nor rationality to his attacks, but they were impeccable.
Muir was forced to keep on dodging the scorpion pincers, unable to find a chance to retaliate.
Parker wasn't having it easy outside, either. He had only reached the level of a four-striped beastman and his strength was definitely no match for Mitchell. However, his speed ensured that his opponent couldn't hurt him, either.
The battles inside and outside created an extremely huge commotion. The corpse laying on the bed seemed as if she was woken up from her sleep and let out a moan.
The enraged huge scorpion's body trembled intensely. He lost sense of everything around him and even forgot that he was fighting against someone.
