Rattle!
Atrax clenched his fist with so much force that it caused his exoskeletal armour to shudder.
[Displeasing! So very displeasing!!]
He roared inwardly, his orange energy crackling around him.
"You seem rather upset, do you not think that I am a worthy opponent?"
Eadric's father inquired, his bald head brightly reflecting whatever sunlight pierced through the mist.
"..."
Atrax merely raised his bloodlust-filled gaze and said nothing in response, the blue blood drenching his scalp hardening.
"Haha... You need not respond."
The old man scoffed, gently stroking his braided beard.
"I am Sir Wolfgang of Valebrook, I assure you, I am more than sufficient as an opponent. "
He declared, grinning broadly from ear to ear and pointing his long, sharp claws at Atrax.
