In battle, the Androsphinx rip apart enemies with their razor-sharp claws. They like to battle; these guys battle like every day. You know what else they like to do every day? Go to the bar and talk about it. Post Battle, it’s kinda like Après-ski. Same thing, different sport.

 

They go do their thing; they do a couple moves and then head for cocktail city. Although, the main difference between Sphinx and Skiers is, after a few hours in the bar, the Sphinx says to some hottie, “Hey babe, I’m a magical beast that can cast spells and stuff.” Which, a skier would never be able to say.  Don’t get me wrong, skiers say cheesy things all the time, but coming from a Sphinx it might actually be true. They can definitely cast spells, and they technically are – not that we’re profiling anyone here – magical beasts.

 

Plus, Sphinx run hella swag. They’ve got crazy attitude with party shades and even some tooth flair.  And, you know when homies start messing with their teeth they’re ballin’. Nothing says, “I’m a hard ass” like a dude with some gold caps on his grill, just like nothing says, “I’m a badass” like you, at the hill, with this board.