Fenra, Zarkis, and Balira closed in like wolves, their giant bodies casting shadows over the hall. Vaslimo stood alone, hammer in hand, yet he looked nothing like the sluggish fat man they thought. His body bent, flipped, and twisted like jelly, every motion unpredictable. When he swung, the hammer didn't just move—it roared. Each strike carried the weight of mountains, a punishment forged straight from hell.
BOOMM— the hall quaked as Balira's colossal hammer met Vaslimo's. Sparks shot like stars, stone cracked beneath their feet, and a wave of energy rippled outward. Fenra and Zarkis lunged together, their massive arms colliding from both sides, trying to crush Vaslimo between them. But Vaslimo laughed, twisting his jelly-like frame, slipping through the gap, and countering with a spin. His hammer smashed the floor, a quake that nearly toppled Fenra's balance.
