Third Person

　　In the ethereal dance of battle,the air crackled with tension as Xander and the rogue leader engaged in a visceral confrontation.Each movement was a symphony of primal prowess,their bodies fluidly shifting between strikes and evasions.The surrounding foliage bore witness to their clash,leaves trembling in the wake of unleashed power.

　　"You lead these wolves,Alpha?Pathetic.They cower behind you,their false sense of security,"the rogue spat,his words a ...