The battlefield was filled with the sounds of clashes, roars, and the slicing of metal through dryad bark.
Thorin was grinning wildly, each of his massive fists smashing into the twisted creatures with enough force to shatter rocks.
Halzor charged around the battlefield like a lightning bolt, delivering crushing blows with his gauntlets, his red eyes glowing with excitement.
Ivy remained near the ruined fountain, her eyes still fixed on the holographic screen.
"Hey Ivy," Thorin called out as he delivered a crushing kick to a dryad that had been trying to creep up on him.
He turned, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, though he didn't seem tired in the slightest.
"How are our scores looking? We gotta be leading, right?"
Ivy lazily shifted her eyes from the screen to Thorin. She gave a small sigh, then looked back at the screen, swiping through a few stats with a flick of her finger.
