"Slimy's got the gauntlet! This is gonna be good!"
Zafron stared at the gauntlet in disbelief. "Okay," he said to himself, "that works."
[Impressive, my lord. Though I feel compelled to point out that your Berserker Mode will deactivate in approximately 30 seconds.]
"Thanks for the reminder," Zafron grumbled, pushing himself to his feet.
Across the arena, Sakura was also rising, her fur matted with blood and dust. She limped towards Zafron, favoring her right leg.
"Nice trick with the gauntlet," she said, her voice strained. "Got any more surprises up your sleeve?"
Before Zafron could respond, the Butcher emerged from the rubble of the wall. His chest was a mass of burnt flesh where the gauntlet's energy had struck him, but his eyes burned with murderous intent.
"I'm going to tear you apart," he roared, charging towards them with frightening speed.
