Without needing to shout, Dave raised a single hand up and snapped his fingers once. It wasn't loud, but it carried power. Then, coming from the gate behind him, a new rumble began.
Beasts… his own tamed beasts… could be seen coming from behind him. A pack of fifty beasts emerged from outside of the walls, their eyes glowing with intensity and rage.
With clawed paws slamming on the ground, and snarling fangs baring in anticipation for blood. Dave's beasts charged forward towards the 100 beasts before them. They were much sure, but quantity didn't mean quality. At least not in a world we're ranking is very essential.
Compared to the 100 beasts before him, who consists of mainly basic tier beasts, Dave's own tamed beasts include only intermediate beasts, which had happened to even out the odds.
Dave couldsummon more to match the numbers of the beasts. He had the power. But that would take time and right now, time was a luxury he wasn't willing to waste.
