The fight escalated.
The two hulking giants at the rear finally pushed their way into the fray, their massive bodies displacing lesser beasts as they lumbered forward with a force that shook the ground.
Unlike the rest, these monsters weren't merely dangerous, but they were also durable nightmares, hide layered with dense plates, muscles coiled so tightly that even Bastet's heat warped only the surface.
Every swing they made carried enough mass that even a glancing hit felt like being struck by a speeding train. And when the first giant finally got a clean angle on Calypso, it brought a club-like arm down with a booming echo that sent a shockwave across the ravine.
