Army Of The Damned

"Holy did Unrivaled seriously just throw his companion off the wall?"

"Throw it off? Look at how many of those things are down there. That's not a drop, that's a sacrifice."

"Maybe it's tankier than it looks. Thick hide, deep pool, who knows."

"Doesn't matter how thick your hide is against that many claws at once."

"He's what, level twenty? There's no pet at level twenty surviving that."

"Exactly. Strongest tiger on the mountain still goes down to enough wolves. And those things down there aren't small level sixteen and hitting like trucks."

"Whatever stats it's rocking, numbers like that just grind you down eventually."

"Guy's been on top of the leaderboard so long he's forgotten what 'careful' means. This is just a flex that's about to backfire spectacularly."

"Give it thirty seconds. We'll be watching a corpse."

"I'll jump off this wall myself if that thing survives five minutes down there."