It hadn't been a breath before the pair were amongst one another. They had become feral, their muscles rippling, their sweat gleaming with the sun's rays bouncing off of the trails. Orazuta's size had not betrayed his speed, for those powerful rippling thighs left the ground cracked with a single hoof print that had fallen in inches, the cracks of earth showing the roots of his great power.
Yet though the warrior was quick and powerful, Orndu was equally so. Orndu, who was quite tall himself, but smaller than the large Orazuta, held with him a greater power that had been trained by Rivea's regime, designed to create professional soldiers and the most elite warriors in the land. The morning runs, the spars with the others, as well as the drills that stressed within him the habit of killing, these were all the recipes that created Orndu, son of Orndu, Captain of the Roaring Tridents.
