Tharnak was on top of Rheagor as he clawed his way through his tough scales. Pieces of the scales flew in the air as Tharnak's assault continued.
Every time Rheagor came to his senses, Tharnak would punch his face leaving him in more pain.
Rheagor's face was a bloody mess, his right horn was broken from the edge and was chipped all over, his teeth were broken and his eyes seemed to not open as they were swollen.
Tharnak wasn't going to stop, if not for him and his father this whole conflict could've been avoided, his daughter wouldn't have to be on death's door a few days ago.
He was fighting as the Chief of the Wolf Tribe but right now he was just a simple man, a father and a husband.
Tharnak left deep gnashes on Rheagor's chest, the latter trying hard to make the onslaught stop.
He tried to grab Tharnak but Tharnak grabbed his arms and channelled his mana activating his runes, ice formed on his hands as it covered the arms of Rheagor.
