"Come on then, show me what you can do. Or are you just going to be another beast I butcher." Dolos taunts venom clinging to his voice, his eye goes wide as he becomes more sober by the minute.
"Well see how you run that mouth of yours with your bones broken into shards." The behemoth snarls clasping his hands together crunching each of his knuckles.
"Go on, I haven't had a meeting with mistress agony in a long time. These wounds are only a taste." He says, lost in the nostalgia of the stacking wounds all over his body having to fight with his back against the wall.
'I'll crush him, his blood will be my victory chalice.' A thought pierces through with white hot rage, steam starts to pour out of the behemoth's nose.
Charging forward, the behemoth drags his calloused knuckles across the metallic floor, coiling his muscles the beast of a man forms into a violent leap, his hulking frame taking up Dolos's entire vision.
