Rivals Of Aether Ness -

Ness didn't run. He stepped in . Close. Too close. He could smell the sulfur on the lion's breath, feel the individual points of heat radiating from his mane. He pressed two fingers to his own temple.

"You're lost, little boy," Zetterburn growled, his voice the sound of a collapsing forge. He flexed a claw, and a corona of fire licked up his forearm. "This isn't Onett. There are no weak, sentient animals here for you to bully with your mind." rivals of aether ness

"I don't want to hurt you," Ness said, and meant it. "I just want to go home. So either you help me find a way back to that rift… or I'll learn exactly how much fire it takes to melt a glacier. Your choice." Ness didn't run

Not wood on bone. Wood on superheated, rock-hard claw. The bat shattered. But the impact was perfectly placed. It drove Zetterburn’s weight onto his haunches, stopping his forward momentum cold. The lion snarled in surprise. Too close

He lunged.

Zetterburn.

Ness lowered his hand. He was trembling, his nose bleeding from the strain of focusing PSI in this alien place. He held the broken remains of his bat like a spear.