We’re Running Away

"Empyrean Tusks squirm in fear the moment they sense my existence." The Boar King said as he clapped twice and destroyed another volley of sand serpents headed his way, "And when they retaliate, they use their everything right from the start, already resigned to their deaths."

"So, you guys do the same. It won't be fun otherwise." The Boar King landed on the sand and kicked off, breaking the sonic barrier to slam into the back of an Empyrean Snapper's neck, "Give your everything while being prepared to die."

"It's an insult to me otherwise."

Water, wind, and sand moved in from the surroundings, converging upon the Boar King in an effort to constrict him and crush him with sheer pressure. Various Spirit Pools on the Empyrean Snapper's back mountain flowed out and combined to become a volatile substance, resulting in a thunderous explosion.