Mub's eyes narrowed dangerously at Tatehan's words, his transformed face twisting into a snarl that revealed rows of sharp fangs.
"Bold words from someone bleeding inside their armor," Mub growled, his voice deeper and more guttural in his beast form. "Let me finish what I started."
Tatehan gripped his weapons tightly. He willed the sound system back off and now he stood still, bracing himself. This was it. This was the moment that decided whether he lived or died.
Mub charged forward, even faster than before, his clawed feet tearing up the ground with each powerful stride.
\He's coming straight at you, overhead strike with both axes! Move left!\ Riven's voice came through urgently.
But Tatehan didn't move left. His instinct screamed at him to dodge, but something else, his growing understanding of his abilities, made him do something different.
