Leonardo POV
I was at the top of the valley, in my gigantic tiger form, standing over 4 meters tall and long, entirely white with black stripes and a purplish gravity tone beneath my claws. There lay the pirate leader and some of his subordinates, some subdued, others eliminated or beaten with numerous injuries.
My claw specifically pressed down on the leader's body; I spared him to extract information about the mayor and the pirate group behind him. Surveying the battlefield, a vast part of the valley, its surroundings, and structures were destroyed in various ways—ice shards, crushed debris, and energy impacts of different kinds. Burnt areas from light and fire energies were evident.
I shifted into my full tiger form and exited the mech, my battle fervor unleashing my primal orc instincts, craving live combat and blood—typical on battlefields for orcs occasionally.
