The wooden lizard knocked its clawed fists against its chest and shouted to the heavens.
"bAKE WAY FOR DIO-bEDiS, PwINCE OF DA FO-wiST!!"
...Judging by the slack-jawed quality of its speech, Tycondrius assumed that the creature's intelligence was not high.
Less than a scalekin or tree-spirit... perhaps it was more similar to a *gorgon.*
⟬ Diomedes, Adamantine-Rank Wooden Chimera. ⟭
Diomedes...
It was a Tyrion name.
Or had the fellow misspoken?
Did he... truly mean to say... Dia... beedis?
Considering Diomedes' voice and mana contained in his voice, he was an opponent appropriate for a full-sized Gold-Rank guild, at least a century strong... or perhaps a Divine Armor of sufficient strength.
Tycon had four people, including himself.
Krysaos, Wroe, and the Thunder God were mired by enemies, their battles no less important for the group's overall survival.
