They leapt in opposite directions just in time. The fire scorched the arena stone, leaving a bubbling trench of molten glass.
Craze landed hard, coughing, smoke stinging his lungs. "It evolved?!"
The Ashborn slammed his heel into the ground to stay upright, his molten fists raised.
The hydra moved. All six heads snapped forward like serpents, jaws wide, teeth flashing.
One went for Craze's torso, he rolled beneath it, barely dodging the crushing bite. Another slammed down at the Ashborn, only for his fist to meet it mid-air.
BANG!
The head recoiled, scales cracked, but two more come past in its place.
Craze kicked off the wall, grabbed his axe mid-spin, and cleaved into the nearest head. Blood sprayed. The hydra hissed in fury, but this time, the wound didn't linger. A new head grew in second.
