The Clown
William with his sword charged forward, while Chris stood his ground, taking out his huge Great-Sword that looked like a mountain of iron.
Tang!
The sword clash created a shockwave and dust flew upwards, shrouding the arena with a sand cloud.
William was blown backward out of the dust, though he did manage to keep his footing as he stared at Chris. "You can't beat me in strength", Chris said in an indifferent tone as he looked down at William.
William smirked at his comment, "Well, it's a good thing, I was not even trying to fight you in terms of strength."
A wolf with grey fur and a red blood-colored mane appeared behind him and pounced at him with sharp claws and menacing teeth, all while William was talking.
Chris dodged to the side in a show of quick reflexes as he responded to the sudden sneak attack.