Ivan advanced into the marching wall of five frost giants, each step of theirs sending tremors through the cracked coliseum floor. Their breaths clouded the air like winter storms, and frost clung to every surface they passed. The temperature plummeted with their arrival, but Ivan kept a steady flame burning in his mouth to stave off the creeping cold, his breath now billowing steam with every exhale.
"Your size will be your downfall!"
His voice cut through the frigid air like a battle horn.
He lunged forward, sword drawn and blazing—hellfire coiling along the length of the blade, dripping like molten blood from its edge. With both hands gripping the hilt, he poured all his strength into the attack.
"Dragon Slash!"
