The pickaxe struck—only for the Venom Ravager to twist at the last second. The blade scraped against its armored carapace, sending sparks flying, but barely leaving a mark.
Ben's eyes flickered with sharp focus. 'Fast.' The Ravager moved—a blur of green and black. Before he could react, something lashed out.
THWIP!
A jet of dark, glistening liquid shot toward him. Ben barely managed to twist his body mid-motion
SPLASH!
The venom splattered against the ground behind him, sizzling on impact. 'Acid.' His instincts screamed. If that had landed, it wouldn't have just burned—it would've eaten through his flesh entirely. Ben could regenerate but this kind of damage is something he prefer to dodge. The Venom Ravager didn't stop. It rushed him, claws slicing through the air. Ben ducked—too late.
