Flaming fist collided with metallic tail in an impact that rang out like a thunderclap, while hundreds of icy swords and pressurised water spears clashed against each other in the background, and the man who'd just murdered his comrade could only stare in stunned horror.
However, his senses quickly picked up another one of his wounded comrades nearby, and as though he were nothing more than a puppet, his body ripped the spear from the chest of the dead one at his feet and immediately began sprinting toward that wounded comrade, pulling back his weapon before hurling his spear like a projectile.
"NO! DODGE!"
He shouted to the wounded man, whose eyes snapped upward, but before he could evade the spear, a hand of darkness burst from his shadow and grabbed his body, locking him in place as the spear pierced straight through his eye.
