He could win this.
They were strong — no doubt about it.
But Dirga?
Dirga was forged through fire, forged through trials. After everything he'd endured... this was just another battle.
He exhaled, fists tightening.
First move — his.
He thrust one palm forward. Gravity Surge.
A concentrated pull detonated between Oru'Zek and Snaggra, trying to drag them inward like they were stuck in a collapsing star.
But they were already moving — fast.
Too fast.
The pressure zone missed them — but not the mount.
CRACK.
The massive saber-toothed beast crumpled under its own bones, torn to meat paste by gravitational force.
"Ho?" Oru'Zek tilted his horned head. His molten-gold eyes narrowed. "Your skill... interesting."
Snaggra growled and unslung his greatsword with a heavy clang. His boots dug into the earth as he charged.
Dirga met him head-on.