#infernianfangs

A flare most repellent sears his flesh, he can feel it's soft burn even from a distance and within a matter of seconds he can hear the bellow of a roar accompanying it. What creature had obstructed his path this time? Had the darkness of the night bought forth a Red Iron Giant or perhaps an assemblage of Galvanade Bombs? The former would certainly be preferable.

Palms meet his hips and a sigh leaves his lungs; it was a good thing he had nowhere to be today.

Treading forth the barren road in search of his foe, his vision becomes obscured by the orange hue of a flame. Betwixt the darkness, not much can be seen beneath the pyre only the same familiar roar can be heard bellowing from beneath.