Fwhirrl! F-Fwhirrl! C-Crunch!
Slashes of wind streaked through the air, tearing apart the palace hall and floor. Stone walls and tiles cracked apart under Leader Rokkal's swinging hammer.
"You damned cat!" Rokkal roared with fervor. "You already failed to kill me! If you can't assassinate me, then you damn sure can't kill me!"
Wherever a leopard appeared, a wind blade or a construct hammer was thrown to kill it.
As the fight dragged out with little change, the mad Rokkal cackled, "Come on, kitty! Stop playing around, and die already. You lost your chance to kill me already!"
Dark mist began to gather around the irate territory leader. And he unleashed a protective tempest every time, combating the dark essence before it could ever fully block Rokkal's vision.
"Come out, kitty, kitty kitty…"
