An angered mammoth wasn't one to tango with, because quite literally, one would get trampled. That was the least worrying type of death, there was an example of it now, as Gustav wanted to impale anyone in sight!
His head jerked left and right, and when the two parties clashed, disaster unfolded. He knocked away a couple of spears, which broke the opposing defenses within a snap!
"Shit… that almost chipped my tusks." He thought, and noticed that these spears were either made by rock or raw metal. Even the weapon's tail shared that format.
Nevertheless, he was winning already. With one right hook, he punched one of these anomalies back to the cave it came from!
Considering the load of muscle-mass on his arm, it was only predictable. He did not stop there, however.
