The Cockatrice General froze, feathers ruffled with a chill of fear as he watched Alex mercilessly take down the Speed Cockatrice.
The brutal ending—the crunch, the thud—left no question:
This human was no prey; they were.
With heavy breaths, Alex turned toward him, eyes fierce, almost feral. "Two down. One more to go."
The Cockatrice's heart raced. He was outmatched, and worse, he had no idea where Alex's next bomb lay hidden.
Any step could set off another explosion.
Just the thought made his skin prickle as he felt something unfamiliar.
'Sweat.'
The Cockatrice muttered:
"Am...am I sweating?"
It was stunned that a mere human had him this shaken.
Alex's gaze was locked on him, and the Cockatrice could feel his own heart pounding faster than he'd ever felt in battle.
Every step Alex took forward felt like the ticking of a bomb about to go off.
First one step, then another.
