Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171222221742

(Doc/Hound/S9) The greatest spectacle the Vantulos has ever seen, was underway. Tirush The Wyvern Of The Yul'Thuum, last her of kind, in a fight against Armata De'Sange, The Crimson Puppeteer, the last of his house. Joining them was Marcus Jaghund, The Destroyer, The Wardog, the last of his pack. These three titan's clash will shape the battlefield itself, for future Hunts.

Armata decides to gauge Tirush's strength and stands perfectly still as her punch connects with his face. Shock of the force behind her hit, rattles his bones and dislocates his jaw. Armata flies backwards but stops himself midair. He floats back down to the ground. Like a freak of nature, he pops his jaw back into place, and smiles at the Wyvern.

"Excellent strike. Very powerful. But no powerful enough. You'll need to exhibit greater strength than that if you want to win this fight, Tirush."