"God"

This creature advanced, screeching.  The weapons it was developing were new, too.  These ones were old, considered and written into its bones long ago, a response to the loss of its brains, to the loss of heads.  A memory from long ago swiftly became a reality today, scythes of bone on forelimbs and wingtips.  The creature was turning back to old, forgotten ideas that had been deemed too resource-heavy, more responses to the cutting, strengthening the connections between cells, making the cells rigid and less likely to tear.  It was a time-consuming process, one that would require ever more food.

Advancing was the better option, because advancement meant food.  A scythe could cut into three men in a single sweep.  Those men fell to the ground, too hurt to move, and this creature could eat them.

Enemy Arc 9