Although the mutated tree momentarily halted its movements after Duke's Lightning Strike, it seemed to only grow angrier from the attack.
The very air around them seemed to tremble with its fury as it retaliated with relentless force.
All of its available roots and twisting vines launched an unholy barrage of attacks, lashing out from every direction.
The once eerie quiet was replaced by a deafening storm of strikes, each one more murderous and precise than the last, forcing them to dodge and deflect with every ounce of their strength.
"Shit!" Vulture cursed as he narrowly deflected another attack, but two more roots shot toward him.
Without hesitation, he raised his massive hammer like a shield, using its weight to block the incoming strikes. With a powerful swipe, he knocked the roots aside as if swatting away a pesky fly.
Kisha, on the other hand, was facing a much more overwhelming onslaught—at least four mutated roots were coming at her from all angles.
