A blood-red pearl flew through the air, launched from the heavens. To the imperceptive, it would seem like the blood pearl had smashed on the surface of the the Circle of Contempt. But not. The ground swallowed it. The layered history of violence that formed the ground stirred as the orb sank deeper, lodging itself within a ragged decaying beast skull. Other bones, rusting blades, metal plates, rocks, rotting poles and banners, chunks of mud and vines. They began to coalesce around the blood pearl. Head formed first, some long dead horned beast with a thick set brow and the skeletal remains of a fang filled snout. A short heavy neck gave way to a massive collar. Swirling dust from the ground gave rise to huge dense arm bones, clawed hands with 3 clumsy appendages formed. The bone-beast reached forward, taking hold of a root set in the ground. With immense effort, it pulled itself forward. It's conception completed with a pair of stubby legs that followed it out of the ground. The blood pearl had completed the birth of the bone-beast; and now the decaying behemoth could look around it's territory. 

Ahead it took sight of a frayed shadow in the distance, atop a mound of war, waiting for him with a great sword. The frenzy of rage took hold of the bone-beast as soon as it saw something that resembled a living creature. It began charging, building up momentum quickly as it pivoted off it's knuckles, like a gorilla. The scent of rotten blood and rust filled Jimbo's nose as the fearsome beast approached. He had more than enough time to see and react to the initial assault. But his actions would have to be decisive for him to survive the leap that sent the bone-beast hurtling in the air, up the mound, directly towards where Jimbo is currently standing.