"Do not provoke the might of the warriors who wield the spirits of wild, ancient beasts."
~Tasmiya Shaik
VILLAGE OF EREVOR
The Training grounds
Gelid air seeped from the body of the warcan commander's wielder, and frosted over the snow-covered ground beneath his feet. He advanced against his opponent with a distractive fist to their abdomen. He reformed his stance in a nano second, and assaulted them with an agile tornado kick to the chest. A burst of blue ice was born from the impact of his attack that sent his opponent flying across the training ground.
"You have improved considerably," His opponent rose from the ground. "I think you have regained a stable connection with your warcan beast once more."
