The tank-sized turtle, desiring to launch an assault using the cover provided by the fire-breathing reptile, and the black toad at least as massive as it, were nailed to the spot. The lizard's jaws were parted, yet no fire had erupted for five seconds; it was as if time had frozen for them as well.
"I can't even get close to it, what a pity! I managed to unleash merely a thousandth of the aura radiating from the First Generation. Oh well, even this was enough to strip them of control over their bodies for five seconds."
Regaining their mobility, the three wild beasts had no intention of yielding the initiative to attack to Mel, who was lost in thought, this time around. While the lizard, straightening its back marred with cracks like parched earth devastated by drought, provided support from afar with its flames, the turtle began to pound the earth with its stubby legs.
