10 Pressure (1/2)

The further into the dungeon one went, the more the pathway would expand. Sometimes splitting up into several tunnels.

Three naked beasts were waiting in such a place. The hallway they stood in was wide enough to let each one move around freely. It was here they stood guard. Waiting for the human to arrive.

The most noticable detail about them would be the grey/brown skin and head full of green wolly hair. Having a textrue alike some old rug.

Followed by this was the hulking bodies and beeer gut.

A long, fat nose would then come. Occupying most of their face and overshadowing the cow tail growing from behind.

As they stood there, the middle one picking up a foreign scent with its massive nose. Signaling its brothers to ready themselves.

Unknown to them, however, the enemy had already picked them up through the stinky smell they all shared. Standing so close to each other worked as some sort of amplifyer.

Michael, who was now warily standing still in the slighlty expanded hall, gave a command to his system

”Grow me a tail. Similar to the one that leaf dragon had.”

[Integration Beginning...]

[This will take 5 seconds as host's body is used to mutations]

The tailbone slowly started to grow in length. Ejecting out of his back-end. Ripping a hole through his pants. It reaching half of his height. Stopping at 90cm.

”Not as thick as the one the lizard had. But atelast it's the same size as my forearm.”

After moving the rigged blue wire around for a while, he began to get used to it. Now, pointing his head towards the direction that weird stench originated from.

Positioning his body in a stance similarly used by track and field runners. Michael started to charge up the surrounding mucle tissue. Even his tail was seemingly affected. Straightening out.

Time slowed down as his armored body shook alongside the surrounding dust and air particles.

Then, in a single instance, he dug the claw shaped toenails into the smooth floor. His shoes exploded into pieces. Leaving two asymmetrical footprints behind.

Begining to exit the previous stance. His plated frame slowly rouse up into the air diagonally. Ignoring both the atmosphere and gravity as he gained speed.

His body slowly took off. The air passed itself along the flowing hair. Causing him to further ascend.

Finally, time began to flow once more. His moving body created a lout BOOM as it was launched forward.

The small explosion blew out the bright torches surrounding his original location. Acting no different than puny candles being placed in the heart of a raging tsunami.

After steading himself in the air, Michael consciously pointed the incredibly well shaped tail to his side. This action made his body, which never once stopped its surge, Spin around.

The speed at which he spun at did not slow down, and also started to accelerate. Making his figure take the form of a dark blue meteorite.

This constant turning would make any normal human throw up after mere seconds. But, as Michael had integrated with a flying type beast, it did not affect him in the slightest. The speed only further igniting his new fighting instinct.

In the other end of the hallway.

The humanoid beasts, waiting for the smelly creature to arrive were left surprised by this unkown booming noise. Followed by the faint tremor traveling beneath their heavy legs.

The middle one was the largest, and oldest out of the three. And instantly knew this was bad news. Positioning the fatty body towards the other end of the corridor, it prepared itself for the incoming danger.

Sadly, it did not expect a spinning blue gust to instantly teleport in front of it's face. Even a wink would cause you to miss it.

Michael, who refused to slow down as he neared the end of his flight, extended an undiscernable piece of himself outwards. Driving it in the direction of the monsters head.

In less than a millisecond, The dark blue line smashed itself into its skull. Shattering the enorumes nous. blood and snot exploded out alongside the top half of its mushy head. It was then seen flying down the enlarging corridor. Like soccerball darting towards an unprotected goal.

The creature shook violently as the impact travelled through it's body.

The corpse slid across the floor after the shaking stopped. Painting the gray brick with a thick red.

Michael, now descending towards the ground, was given a horrified and surprised look by the other two mounts of flesh.

[Hostile target's engaged]

[Chance of winning:12%]

[Chance of dying:28%]

[Chance of escaping:70%]