The striped Quadgor let out an ear-piercing roar and surged forward, grabbing Miguel by the face with one massive hand and slamming him to the ground. With a powerful leap, it landed in front of Jason, who wielded two daggers, his stance poised like a true assassin. The Quadgor struck with a devastating punch, but Jason narrowly dodged, muttering a soft curse under his breath.
The creature wasn't finished. It lashed out again, and this time Jason blocked with his daggers, though the force sent him skidding backward. With the Quadgor's attention fixed on Jason, Hercules saw his chance. He lunged, spear in hand, and swung it at the monster. The Quadgor caught the spear mid-air with one of its upper arms, its monstrous grip unyielding.
Layla wasn't about to let up. She snapped her whip, aiming for the Quadgor's torso, but it caught the whip with its other upper arm. With two of its arms occupied, Alexander and Owen seized the moment.
"Raging Bull!" Owen bellowed as a fiery red aura engulfed his fists. Alexander, beside him, activated Dead End Fist, their skills combining as they swung their fists simultaneously. The Quadgor met their attack head-on, catching both punches with its remaining arms.
With all four of its arms locked, Jason smirked. Activating his Poison Cloak skill, he followed up with Coup de Grâce. In a blur of motion, he slashed an "X" across the Quadgor's chest, venom seeping into its wound. The creature let out a deafening roar, releasing everyone from its grasp as it reeled in pain.
Before it could recover, Hercules hurled his spear, driving it deep into the Quadgor's chest. The monster thrashed, struggling to remove the weapon, but Layla's whip lashed out, striking its right eye. Blinded and enraged, the Quadgor charged at Alexander, fire blazing in its remaining eye.
It never got the chance. Jason appeared behind it, daggers in reverse grip. "Time to end this," he whispered, activating Guillotine as he sliced clean through the Quadgor's neck. Its head hit the ground with a thud, and the massive body collapsed lifelessly.
The group barely had time to catch their breath before chaos erupted again.
Layla suddenly lashed her whip at Hercules, who barely dodged in time. "What's wrong with you? Mind control?" he shouted, bewildered. But her attacks continued, relentless and precise, forcing Hercules to block desperately with his spear.
"She's lost it!" Owen growled, slamming his fists together. "Let's go, Hawk—uh, Alexander!" He charged forward.
Layla increased the speed of her attacks, forcing Hercules to falter under the pressure. Jason appeared from nowhere, driving a kick into Hercules's stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. Layla seized the opening, raining a flurry of strikes on him.
As she moved in for the finishing blow, Owen caught her whip mid-snap, yanking her toward him. Spikes erupted from the whip, piercing his hand, but he didn't let go. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he pulled Layla closer, aiming a devastating punch. She released the whip to evade him, but Jason was already behind Owen.
"No hard feelings," he said coldly, activating Guillotine once more.