On Fiona's side of the battlefield, L-Shark was clashing with Ragehowler.
The ground trembled with each blow.
Ragehowler's claws swung wildly, tearing chunks of metal from the walls.
L-Shark dodged and laughed, his metal teeth gleaming under the lights.
"Damn it," Ragehowler growled.
His eyes glowed red, his breath ragged
. "Let's just use the forbidden skill."
His muscles swelled as a deep red aura wrapped around his body.
His claws glowed with savage energy.
He roared and lunged forward with [Bloodrage Rampage], each step shaking the ground.
L-Shark's grin faltered for a second.
"Damn it," he muttered, swiping his saw-blade arms through the air.
"This food is horrible."
He jumped back, landing with a thud.
The chat was filled with frantic messages.
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@RageSlayer: L-SHARK'S IN TROUBLE?!
@BeastEdge: Ragehowler's going berserk!
@HybridHunter: L-Shark had better finish this, or he'll be toast!
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L-Shark's claws scraped the ground. He smirked.
