Angry Ben
Belialthorn watched as the healer opened her mouth to say whatever that was lost forever. She collapsed with a monster's leg stuck in her brain, blood splattering her companion.
The rest of the flower stared in shock at their dead healer but Ben soon snapped out of it, he screamed and his whole body shuddered, faint red energy whisp gathered around him. "Who did that!" He roared.
His axe glowed deep red like melted iron and when as he took a step forward, the ground imprinted his boots on its surface. "Who dares?"
A loud giggle like an overgrown man trying to mimic a baby's laugh sounded from behind them where the projectile came from and it rose out of the wilderness. The monster.
It was 18 feet tall and the bigger copy of the small one Ben was admonishing earlier. Its two horns were long and curled straight forward. The monster opened a mouth filled with finger long fangs and giggled again, louder this time.