Grimruk's grip tightened around the haft of his axe as the manticore roared again, its massive frame lunging forward with primal fury. The beast's acidic venom spewed from its tail, sizzling through the air. Grimruk stepped into the attack, his instincts sharpened by countless battles. He raised his axe just in time, deflecting the venom with the flat of the blade, the droplets splattering onto the ground, creating a hissing cloud of toxic vapor. The force of the impact pushed him back, but he held firm, digging his feet into the ground.
"Now, Igor!" Grimruk bellowed, his voice booming over the sound of the manticore's roaring.
