Meanwhile, while Arthur was still on his way to the battlefield, A fierce battle unfolded between the group and the mutant creature. The air thickened with each second that passed, with tension rising as the creature unleashed its fury, attacking with ferocity that left no room for hesitation, no space for rest, or a quick breather. With each attack, the beast got angrier. Soon, Arthur arrived at the fight, seeing the blood of his comrades all over the walls of the base. Arthur's heart sank as he surveyed the devastating scene before him, seeing most of his corpses either half eaten, dead, or still fighting. The scent of blood thickened to the point that a fog of red smoke was formed, making it difficult to see and breathe. The sound of screams and growls filled the air, creating a haunting symphony of chaos.
Arthur ripped a sleeve of his clothes, wrapping them around his face and using them to help him breathe better. He dashed in with two daggers that he picked up for a fallen companion. As Arthur plunged into the chaos, his adrenaline surged, fueling his determination with rage and grief. With each swing of his daggers, he fought with a vicious intensity, skillfully dodging the wipes and bites of the beast. David was impressed, leaving him in awe of Arthur's bravery and skill. He quickly joined the fight, using his own weapon to fend off the creature, protecting his friend. Together, they formed an unstoppable force with their synchronized movements, their attack striking a balance between precision and power. The mutant creature, sensing the newfound threat, turned its attention towards Arthur and David. Its eyes glowed with an ominous red hue as it unleashed a barrage of attacks, its worm-like body moving with unnatural speed and strength, splashing sticky, slimy, greenish liquid with each strike. The stench of decay filled the air as the creature's relentless assault pushed Arthur and David to their limits. However, fueled by their determination and unwavering trust in each other, they refused to back down. With every dodge and counterattack, they grew more confident, knowing that their combined strength would eventually overcome the monstrous foe. The battlefield became a chaotic dance of survival, with the clash of metal against mutated flesh echoing in the air.