'The Hyperion will raise his guard, hoping to block both my attacks. Once he realizes it's a trap, even if somehow he manages to deflect my tail, I'll still hit him on the chest.
'No matter if my acid burns his lungs or just an arm. Once I get the upper hand, the fight will be over.' Iata thought.
The Sekhmet's claws and stinger struck without encountering any resistance.
Crank just stared at her with his big, round eyes as if it was none of his business. The former dug deep into the black fur while the latter reached the Hyperion's chest, releasing a massive dose of acid that emitted a sizzling sound.
The problem was that the claws failed to reach the skin. Crank's thick fur was imbued with darkness and earth, his natural elements. Together they amplified the natural ability of the evolved honey badger to disperse the kinetic energy of any blow.