Ethan clenched his fist, ready to confront the iron tooth rat. He knew that with his formidable strength, no weapon was necessary to slay the beast; he could defeat it with his bare hands.
The iron-tooth rat issued a thunderous, enraged roar as it charged toward Ethan, driven to frenzy by the injuries Ethan had inflicted.
When it reached him, the creature leaped, its horn poised to pierce Ethan's chest.
Ethan, seeing this, chose not to dodge but to stand his ground, bracing for impact.
As the horn nearly impaled him, Ethan's reflexes snapped into action. He clasped his hands and caught the beast by its horn.
However, the force behind the iron tooth rat was greater than he anticipated, powerful enough to push him back and numb his grip, but not beyond his capacity to withstand.
His body skidding across the ground, Ethan dug in his heels, steadied himself, and came to a halt.
