[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
It had never known such humiliation before.
Done in by a single kick—then discarded as something "worthless." The lion had long since ceased to try and rise, its broken form staying collapsed in the torn earth as it merely glared at the two bantering—Grimm and Puck. It could not even bare its teeth properly without pain flashing through its jaw; its ribs were wrong, its breath ragged and its pride… shredded into nothingness.
He knew that the man was no human, yet his quick defeat caused no end to his agitation. The fact that the General had not even looked strained and did not entertain the possibility of effort made the lion's thoughts burn. With that, his golden aura pulsed stronger—crawling over his fur, trying to become a weapon.
But it was useless now.
For he could not move.
