Rex panted heavily, his body feeling as if it had been drained to the very last drop. He watched the Hydra, eyes locked onto the aftermath of his attack. The beast was writhing in agony, one of its nine heads blown to fragments, but even so, it was very much alive. Its remaining heads hissed and growled, their fierce eyes burning with a new, bloodthirsty rage.
The ground trembled as the Hydra thrashed wildly, its massive tail whipping around and crashing into nearby buildings, sending debris flying.
Rex took a shaky step back, catching his breath. For a moment, he allowed himself a flicker of hope. Maybe this could work. Maybe we actually have a shot.
But then, he saw it, the Hydra's severed neck began to twitch, a faint, sickening glow radiating from the wound. Slowly, almost tauntingly, the mangled flesh began to regrow, knitting itself back together in a grotesque display.
