[Timeline: Day 2 of the Tournament – Quarter-Finals]
[Location: The Arena Floor]
The ground shook.
It wasn't an earthquake spell. It was just footsteps.
"FROM CLASS A... THE STEEL JUGGERNAUT, JORAH!"
Jorah walked out of the East Gate. He was massive, standing six-foot-five, nearly matching Alaric in height.
But while Alaric was built like a mountain of raw muscle, Jorah was built like a fortress.
He wore heavy plate armour made of darkened steel, but his skin was the real threat. It had a metallic sheen to it.
[Metal Magic: Iron Body.]
He carried a massive warhammer that looked like it belonged on a siege engine.
"Class F," Jorah grunted, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together.
"I watched your first match. You swatted that fly. Good job."
He slammed his hammer into the ground. BOOM.
"But I am not a fly."
"AND FROM CLASS F... ALARIC THE TITAN!"
