[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
("T-this is really bad…!")
The Cowardly Lion's thoughts tangled over one another as he stared at the aftermath.
The Hammer-Heads lay scattered across the rocky ground, their massive forms crumpled where they had fallen. Their hammer-shaped skulls bore visible dents and dark bruising. Torn scraps of cloth hung even more ragged than before. Some groaned faintly; others were fully unconscious, sprawled across the shallow craters formed by their own failed charges.
The air still carried the dust Grimm's movements had stirred.
At the center of it all stood the armored figure—long red hair fallen loose down his back, pristine black gauntlets unmarked despite the force they had delivered. He had not drawn a blade; he did not need to.
Puck hovered beside him, slowly turning in place to take in the scene.
