With a deafening bellow, the Queen Beast lunged, its colossal form blotting out the sun. Yet, the man and Zed stood their ground, their eyes burning with resolve, their weapons gleaming with a deadly promise.
In one swift, fluid motion, the man swung his ax, its sharp edge catching the radiant sunlight, casting dancing reflections across the derelict city. The motion was swift, yet imbued with a power that betrayed the impending devastation it would wreak. The ax, an instrument of death and survival, traced a lethal arc in the air as it sliced towards the charging beast.
The creature roared, its massive form crashing into the onslaught, meeting the gleaming edge of the ax with a resounding crash that echoed throughout the city. The ax cut through the Queen Beast's hide as if it were butter, the resistance offered by the thick, gnarled skin futile against the deadly efficiency of the weapon.
