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!
One Esk from Ancillary Justice appears and unerringly headshots my character for slighting the Radch, sings them a dirge and then goes on about their business.
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