"Just what kind of protein did this guy take, he's looking more like a beast than a man." Dolos says analyzing his opponent with his hand brushing down his beard.
"Attack! FIGHT ME! You were so willing to cut my comrades down, what about now?" The hunter says in a grotesque guttural bile of words slinging saliva and spittle everywhere.
Dolos's blade whines under the strain of the hulking fist barely able to deflect the blow, the spine of the blade rattling under the strain.
*BANG*
A searing wind floods the room carrying the backlash of Blake's explosion the force and strength send both Dolos and the hunter off Balance leading Dolos to plunge his blade into the ground for stability.
