Battling The Praying Mantis

The battlefield was a wasteland of destruction.

Leo's breath was ragged, his body battered, but his stance remained firm. His knuckles were torn and bruised, and his arms, screaming from the strain of the continuous, brutal combat.

Blood seeped from a fresh wound on his side where the mutant praying mantis had previously caught him off guard with its skill, [Wind Blade], leaving a deep tear in his flesh.

Across from him, the mutant praying mantis stood tall, its insectoid form eerily poised, shifting ever so slightly on its thin, bladed legs.

Its emerald-green exoskeleton gleamed under the faint light filtering through the ruined buildings, the segmented plates reflecting like polished steel.

Its most terrifying feature, however, were its forearms—two massive, scythe-like appendages that curved ominously, each one long enough to cleave through a tree in a single swipe.