Yuuta staggered back on his two frogman legs, the ground trembling beneath him with each approaching THUD.
"Oh fffffucking great," Yuuta hissed, green fingers twitching, pupils dilated. "That didn't slow him down one damned bit. What is this fat bastard made of, trauma and cholesterol?!"
He barely had time to finish his thought before the pigman dipped into a sudden crouch, his fat, armor-clad legs compressing like overloaded springs. Cracks spiderwebbed across the rocky ground beneath his hooves. For a heartbeat, silence.
Then BOOM—
The giant shot into the air like a nightmare ballerina, absurdly graceful despite his bulk. His enormous body, wrapped in scorched iron and steam, left a deep crater behind as he launched forward, his monstrous club spinning in midair beside him like the goddamn hammer of war.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FROG FUCK?!" Yuuta shrieked, staggering backward, his webbed feet slipping on loose gravel. His whole amphibian body trembled.
It wasn't just the jump—it was the sound. That horrifying pig scream that accompanied the launch, like the dying squeal of a beast on a butcher's slab, shredded through the air. Even birds fled the valley.
Yuuta's instincts screamed at him to run.
But his legs didn't move.
His body locked.
Fear, raw and primal, slammed into him like a cold tide. His frogman knees buckled for a moment.
"F-Fuck me, he's faster than me! He jumps better than me! Who the hell gave this oversized porkchop frog stats?!"
The monster hurtled toward him like a missile of meat and murder. Blood mist still dripped from his half-melted helmet. Yuuta had no time to hesitate.
He threw his webbed hand out again, his fingers curled like claws. It felt like pulling a trigger embedded in his soul.
"EAT THIS YOU BACON-BREATHED HOG FROM HELL!"
Another Magic Missile materialized in a flash of light and humming energy. A white-hot orb pulsed at his fingertips for a split second before it shot through the air, slicing through wind like a sniper round. The ground shook as it passed, trailing crackling sparks behind it.
BOOM.
The missile slammed directly into the pigman's burned snout midair.
Smoke.
A flash of crimson mist.
A sharp, high-pitched screech of rage.
Yuuta could barely see through the sudden cloud of smoke and debris, but he heard it—the impact. Heard the creature's pained squeal. Heard the rasp of metal warping. Felt the wave of heat wash over him from the detonation.
"Gotcha, you fat flying fuck!"
He pumped his frog arms, his eyes wide and wild. The impact was strong enough to rock the bastard mid-air.
Then came the fall.
Like a meteor crashing to the earth, the pigman plummeted. His thick shadow grew over Yuuta like a stormcloud.
BOOOOOOOM.
He hit the earth like a natural disaster.
The impact created a shockwave that knocked Yuuta clean off his webbed feet. Rocks flew in every direction. Shards of molten debris rained around him. Dust mushroomed into the air, hiding the monster in a veil of smoke and glowing cinders.
Yuuta rolled back, coughing and spitting dirt.
"What the hell is this game?! This ain't an RPG, it's a damn disaster movie!"
Crawling to his feet, his frog legs shaking from adrenaline, he squinted into the smoke. The entire valley floor had shifted slightly from the quake. Cracks snaked across the stone, pebbles trembled and danced, and a small chunk of the cliff had outright collapsed from the tremor.
Then—
A growl.
Low.
Throaty.
Animalistic.
It wasn't over.
Yuuta wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his green hand and narrowed his eyes.
"You still alive in there, bacon boy? You really wanna go another round with the strongest damn frog in this whole fucked up world?"
For a moment, all was silent.
The scorched ground trembled, smoke billowed in the aftermath of the last blast, and Yuuta stood there—green, panting, his frog chest heaving with adrenaline and disbelief. His glowing eyes strained to see through the haze. Then, in a moment that split the earth and sanity alike, it happened.
A flash.
A hiss.
A monstrous whistle of air being torn apart by velocity.
Yuuta's eyes widened.
"W-what the fu—"
WHOOOOOSH!
The spiked club, easily 8 times his size, spun through the air like a goddamn metal frisbee. No, worse. Like some broken blender flying toward his frog face. The smoke parted instantly, ripped away by the sheer force of its spin. The dust turned to wind, and the club hummed like a banshee as it drew closer.
Yuuta's instincts screamed.
He leapt. No time to think. No hesitation. Just raw, frog-legged panic.
He flung his green, slimy body to the side—awkward and desperate. His limbs twisted mid-air, his fingers splayed like claws, and for a split second, time slowed. He could see the metal teeth of the club flash past where his skull had just been. It missed him by mere inches.
Then the world caught up.
KRAAAAAAAANG!!!
The spiked monstrosity hit the ground where Yuuta had stood, and the explosion of sound was deafening. The earth shook with a booming reverberation, like a bell from hell. Sharp rocks shot out like bullets. Dust clouds mushroomed from the impact, and Yuuta hit the rocky ground with a grunt, rolling and skidding, arms flailing.
"You psychotic pork-fisted piece of pigshit!" Yuuta yelled as he tumbled behind a jagged boulder, clutching his pounding frog heart.
His vision blurred from the dust, his ears rang, and his back ached. He peeked over the edge just in time to see the club bounce like a deranged pinball, crash into the side of a cliff, and—
BOOOOM!
The entire cliff face exploded. Not cracked, not chipped—obliterated.
Massive chunks of rock soared through the air. Boulders the size of wagons rained down. Trees that grew on the edge of the cliff were uprooted and sent flying like toothpicks. The entire slope collapsed, a landslide of chaos.
Yuuta's jaw dropped.
"If I hadn't dodged that... I'd be—"
He didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to.
He would've been frog pâté.
He gulped, his dry throat clicking. His blood ran cold. He'd seen magic, monsters, even death up close. But this? This was brute force taken to a level that made his insides churn.
"That damn pig's trying to turn me into an abstract painting on the canyon wall!"
He crouched behind his rocky cover, feeling the ground tremble with each of the monster's steps. The bastard was still coming. Yuuta could hear the snorts—labored, heavy, rage-filled. The pigman was pissed.
"Great. I burned his ugly mug and now he's gone full *fury bacon mode
The smoky aftermath of the shattered cliff hadn't even settled when the nightmare emerged again. Like a demon clawing its way out of hell, the enormous figure of the fat, armored pig burst through the wall of dust—its massive feet gouging craters in the scorched ground with each forward stomp. The air cracked from the pressure. Yuuta, in his frogman form, stiffened at the sight.
The damn thing looked even more terrifying now, if that were possible. Its previously burnt snout oozed dark, coagulated blood, parts of its face armor melted and fused into its skin like grotesque wartime scars. One beady, rage-filled eye glared at him beneath a mangled helmet, and the twisted remains of a tusk jutted out from its snarling mouth like a broken dagger.
Then the monster lunged.
A massive armored fist—easily the size of a car—exploded through the dust and came flying at Yuuta like a meteor aimed straight for his soul. The movement was fluid, powerful. No wasted motion. No warning. The sheer size of the thing cast a shadow so massive over Yuuta, it was as if night had returned for him alone.
"OH FUCK, YOU UGLY MOTHERFU—"
Yuuta's body acted before his brain did. Pure, primal fear kicked in. His strong frog legs compressed and then sprung outward in a perfect side leap, muscles straining against his still-recovering frame. The giant armored fist screamed past him with a gust of wind, missing his body by less than a breath.
BOOOOOM.
The fist crashed into the earth, creating a shockwave so violent it rattled every rock, and sent a reverberating roar across the canyon. Cracks spiderwebbed outward from the impact like lightning across the ground. Another cloud of debris mushroomed upward, thick and suffocating.
Yuuta rolled across the dirt, coughing, eyes squinting through the chaos. His entire body throbbed. Even his bones felt like they were vibrating.
"Shit! That thing's not a pig! That's a damn kaiju in a cosplay!" he yelled, panting as he tried to calm himself.
It's fat pig body kept going.
The hulking beast sailed through the air like a cursed Superman, its remaining tusk glinting in the thin rays of sunlight that pierced the dust storm. For something so massive, it moved with terrifying speed. Gravity grabbed hold of the pigman mid-leap, and it came down like an asteroid.
THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!
The valley shook again. Stone cracked, soil split open, and trees near the crash site were reduced to splinters. The sound was deafening, like thunder having a seizure.
Yuuta's frog legs were trembling, whether from exhaustion or terror, he wasn't sure anymore.
But this time, he didn't wait for the smoke to clear. His instincts screamed at him: Don't give it a second chance.
He conjured another Magic Missile. The glowing orb of power shimmered above his palm, crackling with energy. His face twisted into a scowl as his frog fingers clenched around it.
"You want to fucking play Titanfall?! Fine! EAT THIS, YOU LARD-ASSED SHIT HAM!"
He hurled the missile into the thick, swirling debris.
The white orb zipped through the grey haze like a comet, lighting up the dust cloud for a moment.
BOOOOOOOM!
A second explosion erupted within the smoke, expanding it outward like a cannon blast. Small rock fragments and molten chunks of armor were thrown from the core of the blast. The ground trembled once more, and a guttural, screeching piglike howl pierced the sky—high-pitched and agonizing. It was the first real sign that the beast felt pain.
Yuuta panted hard, chest heaving.
His legs wobbled. His vision danced. But his heart beat with the adrenaline of a cornered goddamn champion.
The smoke began to fade.
The battlefield was now a cratered mess, terrain disfigured by explosions, shattered by weight and wrath. Yuuta kept his stance low, ready to spring at a moment's notice, eyes glued to the dissipating mist of war.
"Come on, piggy... show me if you're still breathing."
He didn't know what scared him more: the idea that the pig was dead and something worse might appear... or that it was still alive and was pissed off.