Clash Begins

The brothers stood in the shadowed alley, hearts pounding with adrenaline. The moon cast an eerie glow on the slick cobblestones beneath their feet, amplifying the tension in the air. They knew they had to prepare for the worst. Facing them was a Clawvyrian General, a creature of nightmares, and they were ready for anything that came their way. Their breaths were shallow, muscles taut, eyes locked on the formidable figure ahead.

"Get ready," Caleb whispered, eyes narrowing as he saw the Clawvyr shift into a sprinter's stance, every muscle tensed for the coming rush.

"Here he comes," he added, voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides.