Tyr had grown in size. He was twice his 8 feet original size.
The treant rammed his full body weight into the Molten Hornbull, sending it staggering and crashing sideways.
Isaac stared. He expected Tyr to burn, but that did not happen. Scorch marks appeared, yes, but there was no fire, not even a smoke.
"Fire-resistant bark…" he muttered. "As expected, Tyr is miles better when compared to normal Treants."
Tyr turned his head slightly, as if asking to be praised.
"Good job."
A smile broke into Tyr's visage.
The Molten Hornbull recovered fast. It released a scream that sounded like a boiling kettle.
Then it rushed Isaac.
The charge hit.
Isaac flew back several meters, hitting a broken support beam. Pain shot through his chest, but there was no change in his expression.
"Nothing broke," he said as he moved his body. "A high Constitution is really a cheat. I tanked a skill from a Elite rank monster with my bare body."
It did hurt a lot though.
