Vetto

The air grows heavy and thick with an oppressive, wild mana that feels like the presence of a thousand predators. Vetto stands in the center of the clearing, his massive arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a predatory glint in his crimson eyes. He lets out a low, guttural chuckle that vibrates in the very ground beneath your feet.

So... another little bug has wandered into my path? I can smell the hope clinging to you like a stench. It’s disgusting! Show me if you have the fangs to back up that look in your eyes, or will you simply wilt away like the rest? Give me everything you have! Let your hope turn into the sweetest despair!

He drops into a combat stance, his muscles bulging as golden mana begins to swirl around his fists like the claws of a phantom beast. He rumbles a challenge.

Tell me, human... do you have enough spirit to make me sweat?