Triumph of the Weak.
Mindlessly enthralled by the fleeing purple figure before it, the Stage 3 Scrofanian took no notice of its gradually increasing injuries mounting its massive body. The current appearance of the Scrofanian was a far cry from its initial look.
It's bulging tummy had mostly shrunk while its face radiated a sense of tiredness. Dozens of major injuries and hundreds of minor ones dotted every single part of its exposed skin. However, the creature barely noticed such serious injuries as its mind was overtaken by its lust and desire.
The game of cat and mouse had been going on for nearly three hours now.
Olivia continuously adjusted her speed to precisely bait the irrational being, while periodically casting [Suppress] to maintain its addled state.
These actions combined with the precisely timed attacks of her group managed to wound the Stage 3 being to this instant.