A Thousand Square Pieces
The behemoth growled at Box like an untamed beast. Its heavy breathing caused the dusty fur to rise and fall.
Box readied himself and calculated his chances. How was he going to defeat such a thing? Its tusks were long and curved like a roller coaster, sharp and pointy enough to drive through his skin easily.
The creature didn't look like an agile one, so his flight would surely come in handy. Box nodded to himself as the shadow of his flames danced on his red sweatshirt. I can take it down, he thought.
He flew up and launched balls of fire at it. Well, it didn't cause any significant damage, the flames simply dispersed once it touched the creature's body.
Damn it! Box cursed to himself. Special Levelled creatures must need straight and direct attacks, ones that pierce the body or break it. Something his flames can't do.