Ragnar and Liora were clinging to the jagged walls of the crater. Ragnar smirked as he watched the battle between the 6-Star Tamers below.
Ragnar smirked as he leaned forward. "They're putting up quite the fight. Anselm and Feron didn't hold back at all in this fight."
Liora adjusted her grip and turned back to watch the battle. "They're quite committed, but still, do you think they'll actually take Tarron down?"
Ragnar chuckled. "I don't know about that. Tarron was stronger than I thought. They'll have to wear him down first if they want to beat him down."
Liora glanced back at him. "I see. So when should we step in and fight?"
Ragnar grinned. "Let's watch it first. We are the clean-up crew, so we don't need to act first."
Below the battle between Tarron, Anselm and Feron raged on. Tarron swung his huge, molten arm and sent waves of lava toward his opponents.
