When he saw the clearing ahead, Sol unconsciously channeled his Ash Gray energy into his legs.
Speed.
He burst forward, blurring into the shadows, diving into a thick cluster of thorny bushes just as he reached the edge of the ridge overlooking Vurok's party, pulling the Cobra hood tight, engaging his camouflage, and holding his breath.
Below, Vurok was laughing wildly, stabbing the exhausted boarling. "Hold it down, Drogg!"
"… the ground!" suddenly the lackey named Drogg yelled, looking around in panic. "Boss! The ground is shaking!"
"Shut up and hold it!"
RUMBLE.
Just as he was raising his club to strike the exhausted boarling again, the pebbles in the ravine started to dance.
"Die, you fi—"
RRROOOOOAAAAR!
Vurok paused, looking up. "What the…?"
CRASH!
The entire tree line at the top of the ravine exploded. It wasn't one tree. It was the whole wall of the forest.
The ground shook violently. Vurok spun around, his eyes going wide as saucers.
