As Orion's peripheral vision caught the skeletal dragon clashing with the second enemy, he saw something impossible. The Gnasher Reaver he had just decapitated, its head and body still tumbling through the air, suddenly snapped back together. The flesh where the cut should have been writhed and sealed in an instant.
A spike of alarm shot through Orion. The Deathly Soul-Reaper's scythe swung down in a vicious arc, just in time to intercept two enormous, tooth-like spears that erupted from the ground.
Orion narrowed his eyes, staring at the fully reformed enemy, which now twisted and swelled into a hulking Gnasher Behemoth.
Of course. A bizarre race is going to have bizarre abilities.
"Bones!" Orion called out—their signal to switch targets.
In the next instant, he teleported behind the other Gnasher Reaver. A flurry of scythe phantoms trailed his movement as he bisected the creature at the waist while it was still latched onto the skeletal dragon's tail.
