"Hehehe... indeed, you're much stronger than the hunters I've killed before." The lizardman's eyes, the size of ping pong balls, bulged out, looking terrifying: "But the stronger the prey, the better it tastes..."
"I can already smell the mouthwatering aroma of your body! Hehehe..." It continued to laugh grotesquely, seemingly unafraid of the brute strength that Casio just displayed when he ripped apart its left arm. Amidst the gruesome laughter, pieces of flesh bubbled up around the lizardman's left shoulder, wriggling under the green skin like mice.
All the tumours stacked up at the bloody stump of its severed arm, the lizardman's smile exaggeratedly wide, its tusks grinding subtly.
"Gurgle..."
The muscles and veins swelled at the location of the severed left arm. A hunk of meat about five centimetres long sprouted but instantly collapsed into a pool of flesh mud.
