17 - The Djinn from the 6th Dungeon

                                    

                                          
As the transformed foes closed in on them, their new grotesque forms posing a daunting threat, the realization of their enhanced abilities struck the trio like a heavy blow.
"What the... His arms grew larger!" Hinahoho's exclamation was met with similar astonishment from Sinbad and Reana.
"Wait! The other's arms too..." Sinbad pointed out, indicating their second transformed adversary.
"They... elongated?" Reana finished, her brow furrowed as she assessed the peculiar alterations.
The battle resumed with renewed intensity, the enhanced enemies launching a relentless barrage of attacks.
"Now. Let's begin," the white-haired kid declared, the excitement evident in his voice.
"Ah..." Sinbad's voice was laced with amusement. "Amazing! It's like a circus show!" he beamed, his finger playfully pointing towards the transformed enemies.
Reana and Hinahoho, however, remained focused and vigilant, recognizing the gravity of the situation they faced.
"They're coming," Hinahoho alerted them, his voice tight with tension.
In the heat of battle, Mahad surged forward with his enormous arm, bringing it crashing down upon the ground. The impact shattered the earth beneath them, sending them airborne.
Seizing this moment, Vitel seized Sinbad by the throat, his grip constricting like a vice. Meanwhile, his other hand looped around Hinahoho's shoulders, his strength overwhelming.
Down you go!" Vitel's triumphant shout accompanied his brutal action, slamming both defenders to the ground with bone-shaking force.
In the midst of this chaos, Reana could only watch helplessly as the debris covered them.
"Do it," the white-haired kid ordered.
Desperation surged within her as Mahad advanced, his enormous fist poised to strike the very location where her friends lay trapped.
"No!" Reana's voice carried her desperation, attempting to conjure flames to repel their attacker. But her magic flickered, weak and ineffective, extinguished with each resounding impact of Mahad's fist against the ground.
"Now then, will there be shreds of them left?"
Amidst the rubble, a hand emerged, pushing aside the debris. Hinahoho's form emerged, battered but resolute. Sinbad was safely beside him, protected by the giant's selfless act.
"What the hell? That fatso..." the kid's voice dripped with surprise.
Hinahoho, gasping for breath, held his spear with trembling arms, his resolve unyielding. He had shielded Sinbad, and Reana couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and respect for the Imuchakk warrior.
"Damn! That's one stubborn fatso," the kid muttered, his frustration evident.
Hinahoho staggered, coughing up blood as he fell to his knees. The scale of the battle was taking its toll on him.
"Even the fatso can't take it!" The kid's laughter grated on their nerves. "If you keep fighting like this... he's gonna die!" 
The satisfaction in his voice was sickening.
"Hinahoho!" Sinbad's concerned call echoed, his worry palpable.
"He's right, Sinbad." Dragul's words cut through the tension. "Are you going to watch that Imuchakk die? If you surrender now, we'll let him go. That woman as well. Of course, that depends on whether I can conquer this dungeon to get us all out." His gaze settled on Hinahoho. "You don't want to die for this scum either, do you?"