The element of surprise works in Nyx's favor. The beast, caught off guard, lets out a roar of pain as Nyx's strikes land true. Blood spatters the ground, and the creature staggers, gravely injured but not yet defeated.
Nyx, maintaining his focus, continues his assault with calculated efficiency. The sickle arms dance through the air, delivering precise slashes, while the dagger finds its mark, exploiting weaknesses in the beast's defenses.
The battle unfolds like a deadly choreography, Nyx's four arms a symphony of controlled violence. The wounded beast, overwhelmed by Nyx's assault, teeters on the brink of death.
Nyx, in the aftermath of the deadly dance, stands victorious over the dead level 23 beast. His breath steadies as he surveys the scene. He murmurs, "This is good. I don't even need a skill to kill a level 23 beast."