Spring, a long, long time ago…
“Haha!” a puckish laugh escaped the laugh of an embattled fox, only adorning a tattered maroon cape clad with a golden medal, a darker red-colored loin cloth sash, and leather forearm and shin guards.
One hand of his was engulfed in a bright flame, whitening his left as he danced in slight levitation over the groaning men from a rival martial tribe.
Rumored to have fought a fire god and hit them in the face directly, Mahbo and his left hand were a force overpowering; the sly and slim yet very fit young man of a fox could ignite his fist to ignite his enemies ablaze!
His next opponent was a long-time rival of his, a wolf—Dumo Woso— the strongest Woso and descendant Jaro Woso, a mighty wrestler some centuries later. God-kissed kickboxer against god-kissed wrestler! However, a night would pass; the two would meet as the sun would rise next morning!
Thus, Mahbo cracked a canine-bearing smirk nigh-malign in nature, finally seeing the last warrior to come… who was not of the Woso tribe…?
The fire fox kickboxer of twenty years’ ears would perk, and he could make a greenhorn expression of curiosity.
“Reveal!!” Mahbo proudly declared in a vexatious call, raising his fists to his temples and slightly raising his lead foot.