[Woooowww,] Hurricroak hummed, [I didn't expect the Wolfe boy to be so sensitive.]
[Folly...of...arrogance...,] Frosttusk pointed out, [head...too big...skin...too thin...]
[Wise words,] Nepherage nodded.
[Yeah...alright, who's going to be sending this puppy back to his master?,] Hurricroak asked.
[Rock paper scissors?]
[Of...course...]
[Alright, let's-hold up...what the hell am I sensing?]
[Feels like...a stern mentor that is beyond pissed?,] Nepherage noted.
[Oddly...specific...]
[But it definitely does feel like that kind of aura...]
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Donovan rushed towards Zhen Liu, aether churning violently and claws at the ready, as the former took on a horse stance.
'Okay, looks like joining up with those Bronze Claws guys didn't change his fighting habits too much. Still opens up his fights with a straight forward charge with his claws. I just gotta...hold up, what the fuck is that?'
