"Supervisor!" one of the guards shouted, but they couldn't abandon their position. If the golden fire spread beyond the perimeter, the entire academy would be in danger.
The scorpion prepared its final blow. The supervisor, partially paralyzed by the venom, could barely maintain a weak ice barrier.
"Kill him already!" The stinger descended like a chitinous lightning bolt.
He just had to finish off the only silver rank and then the scorpion could help him with the director to clear the path.
But a mass of living rock intercepted the attack.
Professor Yang's stone behemoth struck the scorpion, its massive fist absorbing the venomous stinger's impact without difficulty, the crystalline substance barely marking its rocky surface.
"Sorry I'm late," Yang helped the supervisor to his feet while his beast kept the scorpion at bay. "The students are safe, protected by the other professors in the shelter."
