Lava dripped down from Ryu's skin like droplets of red gold. His skin reddened slightly, some beads of sweat finally falling from his brow as though he only now realized how hot the environment was.
However, his face remained indifferent, a pure callousness coloring his silver eyes.
Ryu launched himself forward, his body a streamlined machine of strength as he collided with the beast.
His knees sunk down, the platform of red rock cracking beneath the strain. His muscles bulged, growing a fold in size, but it was to no avail.
Having been enraged by Ryu's survival, the beast's temper flared, its strike growing in strength. It seemed to want to press Ryu down into the ground, shattering his body into minced meat.