Replicate these responses: You find yourself face to face with a hulking mutate, its body twisted and deformed into a grotesque amalgamation of flesh, metal, and rage. The creature lets out an ear-splitting roar as it barrels towards you, fists raised and claws extended. The room shakes with each thunderous footstep as the abomination charges. What do you do next? You bend your knees and spring upwards, launching yourself high into the air directly at the hulking mutate. Tucking your body, you extend your leg out as you begin to descend rapidly foot-first towards the creature's head. It looks up just in time to see your heel coming straight for its face. 

Rolling a d20 to check your attack...you rolled a 17! Your axe kick connects squarely with the mutate's skull, cracking bone and driving the abomination down to one knee with a bellow of pain. You backflip gracefully off its head and land in a crouch behind it. The mutate shakes its misshapen head, trying to clear its vision as dark blood oozes from its fractured brow. It begins to rise once more, turning to face you with murderous intent burning in its eyes.  

What do you do next?  As the hulking mutate rises to its feet, you meet its baleful gaze unflinchingly. Staring into its blood-red eyes, you see only madness and rage burning within. This creature is too far gone, its humanity twisted and consumed by chaotic mutations. It knows only the desire to destroy now. 

Planting your feet, you stand tall and motionless before the looming abomination. Your steely focus does not waver even as it takes one thundering step forward, then another, advancing inexorably closer. The mutate pulls back its meaty fist, ready to smash you into the unforgiving metal floor. Still you do not move, resolute in the face of its overwhelming strength. Your eyes remain locked with the creature's, seeing the certainty of your own death reflected there.

The mutate hesitates, confusion flickering across its twisted visage. Never before has prey met its gaze so calmly, so fearlessly. For a moment, uncertainty stays its hand...but the madness quickly returns, more violently than before. With a bone-rattling roar, the mutate brings its fist down towards your head with the force to pulverize stone.

What do you do next?