KRZZZZZ—THOOM!
Like a broken speaker stuck on repeat, Bianca's Fralhame Lance fired. Powerful bursts of plasma empowered by mana blasted a colossal tree. Devastating explosions and clouds of fire set parts of the Tyrant made of wood ablaze.
"IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO, YOU WASTE OF TREE BARK? WHERE IS YOUR ANCHOR? I BET SHE LEFT YOU BECAUSE YOUR WOOD IS SOGGY AND YOUR ROOTS ARE LIMP! YOUR FRUIT IS ALSO PROBABLY ROTTEN, AND YOUR SEEDS ARE BLANKS!"
A tyrannical roar bellowed back. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? JUST WAIT TILL I SMACK YOU DEAD, YOU NOISY PUS-COLORED FLY!"
The sounds coming from the Ironwood Wartreant's swings sounded like hurricanes. Leaves, moss, and dust whipped through the air, driven back by immense pressure. Yet amidst all that, Bianca evaded them by mere meters, literally dancing on the edge.
"OH? YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH? YOU LACK THE DIGNITY OF A TYRANT! YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO KARNATHI!"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
