In the depths of the rainy jungle, two shadowy figures sprinted through the tangled undergrowth, their footsteps masked by the relentless downpour.
At that moment, a purple-eyed man shot forward like a bullet from a gun and repeatedly slashed his sword down upon his opponent with lightning speed and precision.
However, the muscular predator tanked all the slashes with the forearm of its durable exoskeleton, unfazed by Ambrose's attacks.
Ambrose reeled back his twisted blade and started running deeper into the jungle while the predator followed right behind like a relentless force of nature who didn't want to let go of its prey.
He never expected to outrun the predator, nor had any plans of doing so.
As the predator neared his heels, Ambrose used the bark of nearby trees to propel himself up and leaped into the air, soaring above the muscular predator.
