Rezar quickly got on Varka's back as the lion took to the sky, his massive bulk painting an imposing image as a massive shadow seemed to stretch across the entire battlefield. If the roar did not drag their attention, which it most certainly did, then Rezar landing in the middle of the battlefield, making an entrance that was for all intents and purposes as epic as he wanted it to be.
The opposing army was not as well decked out like the Biancans. They looked like the kind of army a guild of players would have, mismatched armors and weapons and a haphazard formation, Rezar didn't need to think too much to know that his people would tear into them without remorse and without mercy, it would be a slaughter.
