After landing on the ground, the chameleon turned even more aggressive as it let out a sharp, distorted screech— its body twitching with feral energy as its camouflage flickered on and off like a dying lightbulb.
*Fssshh!*
The corrosive tongue lashed out again, burning a shallow crater into the ground where Bob had been standing a split second earlier.
"Don't clump!" Raiden barked, dodging right. "Force it to divide its focus!"
The team spread out, moving with trained discipline despite their exhaustion, as they rapidly changed their positions.
Bob darted behind a trunk, drawing the creature's gaze with feinting jabs, while Raiden took the lead from the front, engaging it head-on with low, measured slashes.
Leo, silent as ever, slid to the side, keeping to the shadows, as he blended and [Vanished] in them, waiting silently for an opening to appear.
