Chting! Chting! CHTING! CHTING!
While those in the tent spent time chatting, Hathon's and Tuskar's attacks were growing stronger with each strike. Tuskar's flames were spreading farther with each swing of his kukris, burning the ground and grass in lines of fire. Everywhere Hathon struck, pulses of faint earth veita rushed out to weaken and ravage anything within a brome of his fists.
"Now we're getting somewhere!" Hathon bellowed while Tuskar deflected his gauntlet with one blade.
Tuskar laughed as Hathon slapped the other kukri aside with Hathon's free hand, "So, you've warmed up?"
"Oh yeah, you made sure of that!"
"Great, then have some more!"
Chting! Chting! Chtiiiing! CHTING!
