The creature let out a blood-curdling roar, its fury reverberating through the cavern like a rolling storm.


    The soldiers flinched, their hearts pounding as the beast shifted its massive bulk, eyes zing with a newfound intensity.


    Losing its pincer hadn''t weakened it—it seemed to have only made it angrier, more focused, as though the pain had somehow fueled its strength.


    Its remaining pincer crackled with a strange energy, pulsating as it swung the limb with renewed vigor.


    The soldiers braced themselves, gripping their weapons tightly, realizing that this fight was far from over.


    With a sudden burst of speed, the creature lunged, its massive legs propelling it forward with terrifying power.


    The ground trembled under its weight, each step echoing through the cavern like a war drum.


    The soldiers barely had time to react, diving out of the way as the creature''s remaining pincer crashed down, smashing into the rocks where they had just stood.


    The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, shards of rock and coral erupting into the air in a deadly spray.


    A few soldiers cried out, shielding their faces as the sharp fragments tore at their skin.


    "Regroup! Regroup!" Lucas shouted, trying to keep the troops organized amidst the chaos.


    He fired a few rounds at the creature''s exposed eye, hoping to distract it, but the bullets seemed to do little more than irritate it.


    The creature''s many eyes turned toward him, glistening with malevolent intent.


    A soldier nearby shouted, "It''s moving faster now! How is that even possible?!"


    "Stay focused!" Lucas barked, gritting his teeth as he watched the beast surge forward, its hulking form moving with a swiftness that belied its size.


    "We''ve got to take out that other pincer before it turns us into mincemeat!"


    The soldiers fired relentlessly, bullets whizzing through the water and striking the creature''s shell with dull, futile thuds.


    It felt like trying to pierce armor with pebbles.


    The creature seemed to absorb each hit, its shell deflecting most of the bullets harmlessly away.


    Still, they persisted, hoping to find another weak spot, another vulnerable crack in its natural armor.


    The beast raised its remaining pincer, aiming it at a small group of soldiers who had taken cover behind a cluster of rocks.


    With a powerful swipe, it smashed down, obliterating the rocks in a single blow.


    The soldiers scattered, diving to the side just as the debris exploded around them.


    One soldier stumbled, his weapon slipping from his grip as he hit the ground, his eyes wide with fear as he looked up at the massive w looming above him.


    "Get up! Move!" someone screamed, grabbing him and hauling him back to his feet just as the pincer mmed down again, missing them by mere inches.


    The creature''s rage was palpable, each movement more aggressive than thest. It was as though it had be a force of nature, a living hurricane of chitin and fury.


    "Grenade! Someone throw a grenade!" Lucas shouted, his voice hoarse from yelling.


    Harris, clutching a grenade with trembling hands, pulled the pin and lobbed it toward the creature''s wounded side.


    The grenade sailed through the air, spinning before it struck the creature''s shell and detonated with a deafening BOOM.


    A cloud of smoke and debris filled the cavern, and the creature reeled back, its body shuddering as dark ichor seeped from the new wound.


    For a moment, the soldiers dared to hope that the explosion had done real damage.


    But the creature recovered quickly, its eyes zing with renewed fury.


    It let out a guttural, echoing roar, swinging its remaining pincer wildly, sending tremors through the ground as it advanced.


    The soldiers scattered, dodging the massive limb as it crashed down, each strike leaving craters in the stone floor.


    "Ammo''s running low!" one soldier called out, frantically checking his magazine. He looked around, desperation on his face as he realized he was down to hisst few bullets.


    "Here, take mine!" another soldier offered, tossing him a spare clip, his own face tight with worry.


    The exchange was hurried, frantic, the soldiers scrambling to keep each other supplied as they continued their assault.


    A sudden, powerful swing from the creature sent another group of soldiers flying, their bodies tumbling through the air before they crashed down onto the rocky ground.


    Groans of pain filled the air as they struggled to stand, clutching their bruised limbs and bleeding wounds.


    The beast''s attacks were relentless, its speed only seeming to increase as it grew more enraged.


    "We need to get close, or we''re not going to make a dent in this thing!" Lucas shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. "Cover me!"


    With a burst of determination, he sprinted forward, ducking behind rocks and weaving between coral formations as he closed the distance.


    He gripped a grenade tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the creature''s exposed wound where the first pincer had been torn off.


    The beast''s attention was momentarily focused on the soldiers firing from the other side of the cavern, giving Lucas a fleeting opportunity to strike.


    Taking a deep breath, he sprinted forward, his footsteps echoing through the chamber.


    He hurled the grenade, watching as it sailed through the air andnded near the exposed wound.


    There was a brief pause, a moment of tense anticipation, and then—


    BOOM!


    The explosion tore through the creature''s side, the shockwave rattling the cavern walls and sending a spray of ichor and shell fragments flying.


    The creature roared in agony, its body convulsing as it staggered back, its remaining pincer iling wildly.


    The soldiers seized the opportunity, unloading everyst bullet they had into the creature''s wound, their faces set with grim determination.


    But the creature was far from defeated.


    It swung its massive pincer in a wide arc, sweeping through the soldiers'' ranks and sending several flying.


    They crashed into the rocks with bone-jarring force, their cries of pain filling the air as they struggled to regain their footing.


    The beast let out another enraged roar, its many eyes focusing on the soldiers who dared to wound it.


    "We''re losing ground!" someone shouted, his voice filled with panic as he watched the creature advance, its remaining pincer raised and ready to strike.


    Lucas grit his teeth, his face pale with exhaustion.


    They were running out of options, and their ammunition was nearly gone.


    He looked around, desperation clear in his eyes as he tried to think of a way to turn the tide. And then, his gaze fell on the creature''s remaining pincer, thest weapon it had left.


    "That''s it!" he shouted, a sudden idea shing through his mind. "Aim for the base of the pincer! If we can take it out, we might have a chance!"


    The soldiers rallied at hismand, their remaining bullets focused on the creature''s final limb.


    They fired in unison, bullets tearing into the base of the pincer, each shot chipping away at the tough shell.


    The creature screeched in pain, its body shuddering as the barrage of gunfire struck its weak spot.


    But the beast was determined to make them pay.


    It swung its pincer wildly, each strikeing dangerously close to the soldiers as they dodged and weaved, their faces slick with sweat and fear.


    One soldier stumbled, his foot catching on a rock, and he looked up just in time to see the pincer descending toward him.


    "No!" he shouted, throwing his arms up in a futile attempt to shield himself.


    At thest moment, another soldier threw himself forward, grabbing hisrade and pulling him out of the way just as the pincer crashed down, missing them by a hair''s breadth.


    They tumbled to the ground, gasping for breath as they looked up at the massive limb looming over them.


    "We can do this!" Lucas shouted, his voice hoarse but determined. "Just a little more! Keep firing!"


    The soldiers gathered their strength, focusing every remaining bullet on the base of the pincer.


    The creature roared, its body shaking with each shot, the cracks spreading through the limb as they continued their relentless assault.


    With one final, earth-shattering CRACK, the pincer gave way, breaking off from the creature''s body in a spray of ichor and shell fragments.


    The soldiers staggered back, breathless and exhausted, watching in awe as the massive limb fell to the ground with a resounding thud.


    The creature let out a pained, defeated wail, its body slumping as it struggled to stay upright. Explore more at m,v l''e-NovelBin


    For a brief moment, there was silence in the cavern, broken only by the soldiers''bored breathing as they took in the sight of the monstrous beast, now stripped of its deadly pincers.


    They had done it; they had disarmed the creature, taken down another of its most dangerous weapons.