Wolf’s Anger
At the same time Reign started his fight with Imris, Wolf was staring at the big red hobgoblin who was looking back at him. Both of them wielded greatswords but each one was fairly different from the other. While Wolf's greatsword was designed by himself and with style and sharpness in mind the one the hobgoblin used was incredibly crude, it was a big slab of metal that had screws everywhere and the edge of the blade looked dull, it was clear that the main purpose of the sword was to crush the opponent rather than to cut.
"Interesting sword, a bit too crude and ugly for my taste, but interesting nonetheless." Wolf ignites his sword while talking, the hobgoblin looks a bit surprised as he looks at the now flaming sword.
"Fire, sword, nice." The hobgoblin speaks slowly as his eyes sparkle with delight as he looks at the sword, a sight that makes Wolf stop for a bit in surprise.