Outside the hailstorm world, Hathon began his sprint toward the opponent he had been longing to face for weeks. A crazed grin sank into the folds of Hathon's face and his metal gauntlets creaked slightly from his tightly clenched fists.
But someone else was already nearby, only a couple dozen bromes away. So, Hathon cleared his path before moving on to his true target.
CH-CH-CRACK!!
The approaching turtle commander readied his shield and perimeter to tank Hathon's charge. And the torrent of vibrations unleashed by Hathon's heavy punch dented the commander's tower shield, leaving a small crack on the other side of the shield.
"Sorry, I don't have time to play with you!" Hathon bellowed with a hearty laugh. "Catch up if you can!"
