Is every Archlord this impossible to kill?
Dirtclaw felt like he had hit a wall. In terms of pure combat technique, he had nothing left to show. He had emptied his arsenal of strikes, feints, and savagery, yet the enemy refused to die.
Realizing that brute force alone wouldn't secure the kill, Dirtclaw's manic energy receded. His expression shifted from wild excitement to a cold, solemn gravity. He stared into the compound eyes of the monstrosity.
"What is your name?"
It was an absurd question to ask a beast in the middle of a death match. The only answer he received was a chittering, wary shriek.
"Lost your mind completely, have you?" Dirtclaw shook his head. "Fine. Nameless it is."
He lowered his head, his claws twitching as if grasping for something unseen in the air.
"Whoever you are... I am going to bury you."
He began to mutter, his voice dropping to a rhythmic, fanatical whisper.
