Elara and Bjorn circled the alpha, their movements calculated and precise. It was clear they had learned from their predecessors' successes and mistakes. The creature's eyes darted between them, unable to predict their next move. The smaller gormorkers had been defeated, but this beast was the apex predator of its kind, its intelligence and cunning far greater than the others.
Bjorn feigned a charge, and as the alpha lunged at him, Elara struck from the side. Her blow was swift, but the creature was fast. It caught her by the arm, its teeth snapping shut with a sickening crunch. She screamed, but Bjorn was already there, driving his shoulder into the creature's gut and sending it reeling.
The alpha roared in fury, but Elara didn't relent. Despite the pain, she twisted free, her arm hanging limp at her side. "Keep moving!" she shouted to Bjorn, her voice strained with pain. "Don't let it get its bearings!"
