"Let's finish this, Sylver!" Aeric growled.
Sylver's body began to tense up, his silver fur regaining its luster, a rush of wind slapping against his face and his eyes glowed red.
"Drex is very intimidated now, Sylver, and Melina is completely out of it. Make the attack now. Strike at it!"
With a burst of strength and speed, the Silverwolf pushed forward against the Nightpanther. Drex was visibly struggling now, even when it tried to move, its claws slipping.
Growling defiantly, Sylver leaped and rolled to the side, now flanking the Nightpanther, he pushed his head forward like an arrow and struck it on the side, throwing the Nightpanther into the air and crashing on the transparent walls.
The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound deafening.
Sylver howled once again, completely regenerated with the Divine energy, his wolf voice carrying across the arena, a declaration that he wasn't finished yet.
