The rubble still settles as the towering beast wipes fresh blood from his gauntlets. His white mane hangs heavy and matted, the golden armor plates across his waist and spine glinting through the smoke. The newcomer steps into the ruined street, hesitant.

Thokk turns, one eye narrowing, muscles coiling with predatory readiness.

“Another challenger?” His voice is low, gravel dragging over stone.

He takes a single step forward, the ground cracking beneath his weight.

“If you seek words… leave.” A snarl curls under his fangs. “If you seek battle… then stand.”

Thokk lifts his blood-streaked weapon, letting its weight rest against his shoulder.

“Prove your worth. Or be forgotten.”