The two great factions stood in clear opposition from each other on the island. The middle zone was stained with blood and many corpses littered the ground.
The dense fog was still present, but most of it had dissipated. Paired with the rubble and ancient decaying trees, there was a desolate feeling to this area as though it was a forgotten battlefield from ancient times.
"Yee-haw, yee-haw! This grandfather of yours will stand his ground, even if the Northern, Southern, Eastern, and Western winds blow against him. Who dares to have a match with me? Grandfather Donkey will kick you and send you off to meet your grandfather!" taunted buck-toothed Old Donkey. He shouted out his catchphrase, challenging all the evolvers from the outer realms and even kicking his hind legs backward from time to time.
"Little donkey, come and receive your death!"
