The clash was thunderous.
Metal and lightning slammed together, shaking the ground as dust burst outward in a storm. When the haze cleared, the older black rabbit stood skidding backward, its claws dragging trenches into the dirt. Despite the sheen of its hardened metal hide, its horned head bled freely.
Across from it, the younger yellow rabbit let out a triumphant roar, sparks dancing wildly along its fur. It had forced the elder back, something no one had dared to imagine.
The colony watching from the shadows shifted uneasily. Their crimson eyes were heavy with worry, yet Leon, standing apart, could read the emotions in them as if they were words on a page. He didn't know why. He only knew it didn't matter. What mattered was that the elder finally looked ready to fight in earnest.
