"Well Rocky, let's do this."
But 'Rocky' wasn't done, the lava in his body dispersed in very specific parts. Making the arms, the legs and the heads to burn bright with a purple and crimson combustion.
'Rocky' must not have felt his own weight, because Viktor only blinked, when his eyes opened again his sight was blocked by this giant assembled chunk of rocks.
If he were a person who didn't go to countless battles already he would've no doubt been startled into making mistakes. Instead, he held his ground, holding his weapon firm, ready to block the oncoming onslaught.
His confidence was also in the buff Aeron was able to bestow upon his comrades. He was sure that he could take anything with that kind of strength.
A shadow at his peripheral caught his attention for a second, it wasn't long before Kiro appeared out of thin air—between the two of them. He twisted his leg, and delved in for a kick, planting his entire leg on one of the heads.
