Velus floated towards Volantis's imposing, giant metal form as his total of eight arms moved rapidly, manifesting and throwing out bone chakrams at such speed that they became blurs.
The closer Velus got to Volantis, the thicker this storm of chakrams became, but because they were solid matter, Velus's disintegration field broke the endless flurry of bladed projectiles before they could shred Velus into pieces.
Velus trembled as he hovered forwards. The only thing he could hear was the intense cacophony of bone smashing against rock and the only thing he could see amid this storm of white bone was Volantis's gleaming red, orb like eye.
That eye stared directly at Velus.
"How amusing. You would challenge me straight on though your bones are frail. Then come! Show me you deserve the flesh that hides away your bones!" roared Volantis.
