Growl—!
A growl that came from the throat escaped Rex's lips, carrying a vibration of pure animal rage.
He rolled across the ground, wrestling and clawing at High Millinar Vlaos—who had tackled him from the side as he was about to land another nasty blow on High Millinar Julas. Both tumbled hard through the ground.
Rex avoided a punch; the ground behind him cracked, and the two were thrown high.
Finding the opportunity, he sank his canines into High Millinar Vlaos' wrist.
"Rargghk!" High Millinar Vlaos grunted in pain, hissing at the sight of the fangs rending his flesh.
And then, Rex pulled to worsen the damage, tilted his body sideways, and then drove both feet hard into High Millinar Vlaos' stomach. The High Millinar was flung away like a ragdoll—tumbling back to the red shore.
Rex clawed the ground to stop his momentum.
His claws carved deep furrows across the ground, and he charged again.
Straight at High Millinar Julas.
