The Kapa Boss gags as the acid pours from his mouth. It burns so terribly that his eyes water from the collective pain. If the spell had hit his hardened scales, he would have been fine. But the inside of his mouth?

The Kapa Boss can’t suffer this dignity. He WON’T suffer this indignity. He rushes forward and slams his fist into the burning remains of the tower, destroying everything in a crunch of wood and stone. But the Boss’s rage isn’t sated. He grabs a segment of the adjacent wall and rips its charred remains high before slamming it into the tower he just ruined. The effect is an explosion of dust, wood, and stone that flies in all directions. But that still that isn’t enough. The Kapa Boss leaps into the air and-

BOOOM

-stomps on the area where the tower lays in ruin! The ground shakes, quakes, and quivers with the immense weight and force. The world seems to crack as the ground below and the false sky above shudder. Stalagmites, barely hanging on, crack and fall from the ceiling as the dungeon above groans.

“It’s dead.” The Kapa Boss smiles. But no-

The System does not announce his victory. The System is silent, even as the world around him seems to teeter on the brink of collapse! Where the Boss landed, how he landed, has tilted the world of the dungeon, so now swamp water rushes into UnderShell. The Kapa eyes the murky depths as it pools along his ankles, but he sees no broken skeletons.

“No,” he whispers, before spitting the last of the acid from his tongue. The burns will heal, though his frustration has reached its peak, knowing that human magic hurt him more than the abomination he drove to the surface.

The Kapa Boss looks around, eyeing the surrounding ruin of the former great city. The skeletal magician could have flown? No, The Kapa Boss thinks, he wouldn’t have withstood his flames if he could! But with no evidence of his broken body, another thought comes to him:

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Maybe the wizard is stronger than I thought?

But the Kapa Boss shakes his head at this idea before realizing something strange-

“What is this itching feeling on my shell?”

He tries to move his body so he can reach his shell, but his impressive size, while not deterring his speed, doesn’t confer flexibility. Granted, no Kapa is flexible enough to reach his own back, let alone a giant one. But the feeling persists, nagging him as he comically tries to grope behind himself to no avail.

“What is this itching!”

But there is no way for him to know. He is a Kapa, after all; besides, the wizard is still loose. Still out there somewhere…

…Under concealment, of course. Matt long-jumped from the burning tower, half-melted from the heat of the Kapa’s rage and managed to hide within the crevices provided by the winding city, the alleys his friend. His robes are nothing, burned away by the flames, but that doesn’t bother him. Being accidentally killed by flying debris does. And that nearly happens, between the stones, rocks, and wood sent flying in Boss’s rampage.

But Matt’s concealment holds strong. The Kapa Boss is big and powerful, but thankfully not that smart. At least not from Matt’s perspective, anyway. But at the same time, despite the risk to himself, he couldn’t quite chance the turtle boss monster discovering the second half of his plan. So he wades into the rushing water pooling in the giant bowl that UnderShell is becoming and weaves his next spell.

Which, to no one’s surprise, is just more Acid Arrows. Level 1 Green projectiles erupt from the swamp water’s murky depths, the same water that rush into the crater made by the Kapa Boss. Such pathetic spells are barely noticed by the Boss monster, whose tough scales afford him a degree of magic resistance by mere thickness alone. And under normal circumstances, the Boss wouldn’t have noticed Matt’s efforts but-

“PATHETIC WIZARD!” the Boss roars as he follows the path of acid arrows.

Only two, or three steps, separate him from crushing the foolish magic user. He must have gotten lucky to hurt him; the Kapa Boss thinks before lunging at the source of his annoyance.

And he would have flattened Matt, too, if not for Greg stabbing the turtle monster in the eye.