Loose

Paku's transformation was directly interrupted. He felt like his face was shattering under the weight of a thousand planets as Dyon's fist connected with his jaw-line. His only saving grace was that he lost consciousness immediately. He didn't feel it when he streaked across the skies like a meteor, nor did he feel it when he slammed into the city's grounds, wiping out several hundred meters worth of real estate with him.

"Two."

Those of the Clans Dyon listed were caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, they knew that none of them here were a match for him, but they also knew that they couldn't spit on the pride of their Clans so easily. More than half of them were dragons and qilins, and the other half were from the mighty sprite races! How could they not be prideful!?

"He came here alone!" Someone roared. "Attack him together!"