"Same. The size and territorial advantage can only do so much if you don't know how to exploit them properly." Salaark nodded.
"I bet on Tyris as well. Tyris may be smaller, but I don't see Fenagar's slow ass put up with so much enthusiasm." Zagran the Garuda pointed at the difference in killing intent.
Her fury made Tyris shine like a sun whereas the Leviathan had nothing but his wounded pride to fuel his aura.
"I'll join the bandwagon. Even though I don't like her one bit, I'm the first to admit that her fists hurt beyond imagination." Roghar the Fenrir touched his chest, almost expecting the old wound to ache again.
"There's no point betting if no one backs Fenagar. Unless we bet on the duration of the fight." Leegaain said. "All considered, I predict Tyris winning in about an hour."
"An hour is too much. With all that water and earth, she can't use air properly, halving her fighting prowess. Either she wins in half an hour or she doesn't win at all." Zagran said
