Inferno's mandibles clicked in amusement. He didn't understand Ben's words, but he didn't need to. The gesture was universal—a challenge.
He roared, flames swirling around his body, white fire pooling in his throat as he prepared to unleash another devastating blast.
But Ben was already moving.
BAM!
A massive Grimslate block materialized above Inferno, plummeting toward him like a meteor.
The Ravager reacted instantly—his tail lashed out, smashing the falling block aside, shattering it into fragments.
That was exactly what Ben wanted.
He was already in motion, dashing forward, using the dust and debris as cover. His muscles tensed, his adaptive limbs shifting mid-sprint, morphing into reinforced plating along his sides.
Inferno's gaze snapped to the movement, but it was already too late.
At the very last second, he twisted, cutting past Inferno in a sudden sharp turn—straight toward Storm.
