THE DOOR
The first monster managed to pull itself halfway out of the mud, raising a massive, clawed hand to summon a bolt of chaotic purple energy.
Mwajuma read the tension in its massive shoulder. She knew exactly when the blast was coming. She dropped her center of gravity, slipping beneath the wild, erratic burst of magic that scorched the bark of the root behind her. In a blur of motion, she stepped onto the beast's submerged knee, using it as a stepping stone.
She drove her stone-plated elbow straight down into the back of the monster’s neck. The crack of its cervical vertebrae snapping was loud and definitive. The beast went limp, sinking face-first back into the mud.
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