"Argh!" Ragon roared, as he instantly sped off and he leapt into the air, narrowly dodging the snapping jaws of a massive Gloomback that looked like a beast.
Landing on the ground, he raised his spear slicing cleanly through the neck of a charging FrostFang creature.
Another beast lunged for him from the side. Without hesitation, Ragon gripped its jaw with both hands, his muscles straining as he held it in place.
*Grrrrrh!* It growled. Ragon wasted no time as he spun the creature around and slammed it into the ground with enough force to crack the earth beneath it.
The 400-pound beast lay motionless on the ground.
Ragon straightened, wiping blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, his golden spear glinting under the pale moonlight.
His breathing was steady, it was moments like these that showed why he was revered as a king.
