Under the scourge of huge trees whose branches were covering a part of the sky partially.
Morbius's muscles tensed as he observed the evolved beasts in the clearing, his hunter's instinct kicking into high gear. Without hesitation, he launched himself into action, darting towards the creatures with precision and agility.
As he closed in, the beasts noticed his approach and turned to face him, their primal instincts sensing the impending threat. With a roar, they charged at Morbius, their fangs bared and claws extended.
Morbius swiftly evaded their initial onslaught, ducking and weaving between their attacks with grace. With each movement, he assessed their strengths and weaknesses, formulating a strategy to overcome them.
Drawing upon his years of training, Morbius countered their fierce assaults with calculated strikes, aiming for vital points with pinpoint accuracy.
