Olaf from league of legends. I am ready to die with a viking
Regenerates. Eats the caterpillar.
but he was still hungry
The hunter from Monster Hunter Wilds.
I could win, I just need to wait 'till they pause to sharpen their weapon and get them good.
I’m about to be picked up by a blond elfin twink in a blue tunic and hurled across Kalimdor apparently.
Link can handle it.
Out of the (Dark) Portal, a ferocious orc warrior named Dar Shaggoth steps. His green skin is pulsing with fel, and his eyes red with rage, as he raises his axe and charges towards me. I laugh, having finally met a worthy opponent, before our battle commences.
Dalish elven sorceress vs. sin’dorei elven sorceress. I mean it’s no contest.
One of them was raised in a culture that breathes magic from birth, the other was raised in a forest and raised on cautionary tales.
If the Dalish gal doesn’t run at the first hint of phoenix feathers, she’s becoming a cautionary tale.
The Ubersreik Five (or four, doesn’t matter!) materialize out of the portal, promptly identifying Beringer as a Norscan Nurglite. A precious moment of bullying him with a few well-placed dodges and parries, before one of them scores the killing blow. For Taal! For Sigmar! For loot dice!