'This can be a tricky one.'
The challenge was evident at first glance. His adversary loomed like a diminutive mountain, its organic peak towering above him. A mere twenty-centimeter disparity posed a formidable threat to any combatant.
After all, if Leon's fists were likened to swords, his opponent would be more akin to spears, the sovereigns of mid-range combat.
'But this is also a great opportunity.'
With bronze skin, a stature unusually tall for his age, and vertical reptilian eyes with purple pupils, he exuded the demeanor of a warmonger. His defining features included a purple tail, straight and derived from a scorpion, and short blue hair.
This mountainous boy unmistakably embodied the essence of the Aqrabian race, possessing every characteristic that defined them.
