"Is that all you've got?" Tōga called out defiantly, his voice echoing back at him. The challenge was both a taunt and a genuine inquiry. If these were the terms of this unexpected trial, he was ready to rise to the occasion.
Positioning himself more strategically this time, he focused his magical energy, allowing his innate Dragon Slayer abilities to surge to the forefront. Flames began to dance along his arms, casting eerie shadows against the warehouse walls as he prepared for the next wave of attacks. Tōga knew he needed to turn the tide, to transform from prey to predator in this deadly game of magic and might.
With a deep breath, he readied himself, his every sense sharpened. The night was far from over, and if it was a trophy they wanted, they would find that this Dragon Slayer was not easily claimed.
The slow, deliberate clapping cut through the cacophony of magical assaults, drawing Tōga's gaze toward the source—a man with a striking appearance marked by silver hair and bold red stripes painted across his visage. His armor was an intricate array of black and coral blue, each piece interlocking to form a protective shell that was as much a statement of intent as it was a defense. Narrow, focused eyes betrayed the calculating mind behind the casual demeanor, and with a nonchalant wave of his hand, he signaled for another barrage of spells to be unleashed from the surrounding shadows.