DESTROYA

Rolling his shoulders, Grimshaw found himself centered amidst the battlefield yet again. He had been taking the time to travel here as often as he could, valuing what he had learned since deciding to take the trip a few times a week. There were plenty of opponents in the Armada, but it got boring fighting the same wolves all the time. Fighting new wolves with different skill sets allowed him to think about the fight instead of settling into a rhythm and letting his thoughts wander to exactly what he was trying to block out. Coming here and filling his days with fight after fight after fight was taking it's toll on him, but the muscle growth was already becoming evident as he trained harder than he ever had before. Without any more hesitation, Grim tilted his chin back and called for yet another challenger.

"Speech."