[Bheema vs Earth Mage]
The Earth Mage cracked his knuckles and placed his palms on the ground.
"Summon: Stone Warden Golems."
The ground rumbled.
From twin circles of runes, two towering stone golems emerged—each ten feet tall, etched with ancient glyphs, their fists as big as boulders. Their footsteps thundered, shaking the arena floor.
The mage smirked. "Let's see you get through that, brute."
Across the field, Bheema just grinned.
The feral glint in his eye had returned.
He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and spread his arms.
Behind him, a growl rumbled.
A giant, shadowy wolf spirit emerged—muscles rippling, maw gaping wide with hunger.
"Arcana Soul Skill: Vrikodara Form."
The wolf leapt forward and fused into Bheema's arms, coating them in pure berserker energy. His gauntlets expanded, veins lighting up with molten spirit aura. They didn't just look heavier—they sounded like they wanted to tear the world apart.
"Alright, rocks. Let's dance."
