"...Then let us finish what we started!" Brontor turned sharply toward Fargus, his three horns glinting as he lowered them like spears and charged with feral momentum.
"What?!" Fargus froze for a heartbeat — but centuries of battlefield instinct jolted him into action. "I tried to treat you as a sentient being, but it seems there's no difference between you and an actual raging bull!" Then he struck.
KWOOOK!
The fabric of space between them bent and stretched like molten rubber before snapping back as their attacks collided.
BOOOOOOOM!
The two were hurled apart, their bodies spinning through the vacuum like artillery shells fired from ancient cannons.
They had exchanged hundreds of blows already, but this one — this single strike — sent a rippling black shockwave that was far worse than any before. It was clear now: the spatial fabric around Virelion had reached its limit.
