Ragna’s grip tightened around Ashfang, the double-bladed glaive blazing with feral orange fire. His grin split wide, half defiance, half bloodlust, his eyes alight with wild mirth.
“Flamefang Crescent Roar!”
The battle cry cut the battlefield like a war horn. At once, spectral tiger maws erupted from his flames — hundreds of burning fangs snapping and snarling as they streaked forward. The phantom roar of a great predator shook the ground, and Ragna followed it with a sweeping s***h, a crescent arc of fire joining the storm into one overwhelming tide. The earth hissed, molten streaks gouging deep scars where the attack passed.
Across from him, Grymal, Darkblood of Greed, did not flinch. The hulking fiend’s molten scales shimmered like gilded coin, his grin stretching fanged and wide. Hi
