Down below, yet another three mole men had popped out of the ground to replace the two she just knocked out. Medusa tangling with them didn't seem to upset as she focused on taking them out and the brief wave of pity she had felt prior had quickly dissipated The dragon had been something different on one level though right now she didn't understand why.
The creatures were another matter all together. There wasn't even anger in their features as they found her and they moved more like automatons. Perhaps the dragon had been one too, but it had been better made. The mole men didn't even flinch when she struck them.
She had punched, she had kicked, but she went back to her hair and struck the two creatures with their third companion. There wasn't even a squeak when she bludgeoned the ones that stood and when they fell, she literally threw the third one away at a frightfully high velocity.
She then reached down to check the still form of the mole man with a brush of her hand and made a face at the texture. It was cold, squishy, and mud was on her fingers as she withdrew her hand. The dragon had a mind behind the furious eyes. These things she had just fought weren't even alive.
She took a casual look up to see if the men were finished.