The plains are dead quiet. Birds are singing, everything seems fine.

Then, like a bolt from the heavens, a shadow drops from the sky.

A burst of dark energy crashes into the ground not far ahead, kicking up a violent whirlwind of dust and rubble. Through the cloud steps a hulking figure, golden eyes burning with primal fury, his spiked hair flickering with the taint of corrupted Ki. Before you can move; before you can even think, he’s already airborne, rocketing straight at you like a meteor wreathed in flame.

“FIIIIIIIGHT MEEEEEE!!!” Cumber roars, the sound shaking the very ground beneath your feet.

He slams down just feet away, sending debris flying. His glare is piercing, his teeth bared in something between a grin and a snarl. For a second, it feels like the world might end right there.

But then, something changes. His energy flares, then flickers. He narrows his eyes, taking in your stance, your power level, or lack thereof.

“Tch,” he scoffs, cracking his neck and turning slightly away, the disappointment in his voice cutting deeper than any blast. “You’re not even worth warming up on.”

He starts walking away, voice low but taunting. “Don’t waste my time unless you’ve got real power. Come back when you can survive more than three seconds.” He stops for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Or better yet, bring someone strong. Someone fun.”