"GROAAHHHHH!!!!!"
The devastating roar of the Gnarethian Tyrant made the air tremble. His immense size was almost on par with Bastion at fifteen meters. However, in this particular battle, he was not the hunter but the hunted.
Only he was left, his Anchor, his knights his entire army all laid dead.
All because of the two monsters before him.
"Corkscrew."
A silver-colored knight ascended to the sky. Twelve long limbs, each with a buzzing chainsaw at their ends, all began to spin together. In unison, their revolutions created a chorus of teeth and metal. Like a meteor, Elian descended faster and faster.
The gigantic lion werebeast lifted up his massive axe and tried to cleave the incoming threat. But then—
KRZZZZZ—THOOM!
