It was finally time for the awaited battle, Wassail stood to the side with the yellowy green headian, whose name he got to be Doc. He watched as the shimmering silver haedian, called Tron, donned his armor. It was a spike covered set, his shoulders and flanks having more pronounced ones, along with his helmet.
“Thank you, Tron, for doing this for me.” The scarlet and teal runner smiled at the armored haedian.
“It isn’t an issue, I assure you. Win or l...