Michael seized the opportunity.
"Griffin, pin it down!"
The undead griffin dived with a deafening screech, its massive talons latching onto the ape's shoulders, digging deep.
The sheer force sent the mountain ape stumbling backward, its balance faltering as Lucky's fangs clamped tighter around its leg.
Michael moved swiftly. He raised a hand, dark energy gathering around his fingers.
"You! Return to the fight!"
The undead mage, though battered, obeyed.
It launched itself back into the fray, closing the distance in seconds.
This time, Michael gave a new command.
"Break its arm."
The High Human wasted no time.
With eerie precision, it caught the ape's massive wrist mid-swing and twisted violently.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bone echoed.
The mountain ape let out an agonized roar, its arm hanging limply at its side.
Michael's expression didn't change. He knew it wasn't over. Even injured, the beast was still incredibly dangerous. But now, its attacks would be slower.
