A collective gasp rippled through Azrael's faction as they witnessed their normally kind/shy/awkward leader engage in a brutal fight with the monstrous tiger king. His face neutral and cool.
The sunlight glinted off Azrael's aura-made armour form as he weaved through the beast's attacks, his every movement lethal and graceful.
Whispers broke out amongst the group. "Wow," someone muttered in awe.
"The faction leader sure is something else," another murmured, their voice barely a squeak.
Vera, Azrael's trusted second-in-command, noticed the effect the fight was having.
She understood that many, especially their younger members had only ever seen Azrael's aloof, almost shy demeanor.
This battle was a revelation. Stepping forward, she seized the opportunity to solidify Azrael's leadership and inspire courage within the group.
"You see that?" she said pointing at Azrael.