Against All Odds    

Amber, the mighty Warmammoth, let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the battlefield.

From behind the main lines, she charged forward, her massive form plowing through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force. Her tusks, sharp as blades, impaled Hobgoblins left and right, lifting them high before flinging their broken bodies aside. Her colossal feet crushed bones and armor alike, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake.

With each bellow, the ground seemed to tremble, and the Hobgoblins faltered, their confidence wavering at the sight of the rampaging beast.

Amber's eyes blazed with a fierce, primal intelligence, targeting clusters of enemies. She swung her massive head, sending Hobgoblins flying, their screams lost in the cacophony of war.

Her thick, shaggy fur was matted with blood and wasn't stopping with her advance. Archers attempted to bring her down, but their arrows barely penetrated her tough hide.