[Bonus chapter thanks to TheAuthor137... again... since you're such an author write them yourself
Their fists met, their tails swiping through the air and clapping against one another akin to thunder.
Reeling back, they used those same tails as leverage, surging forward into their next confrontation even faster than the last.
The platform was being destroyed tile by meticulously laid tile, the skies splitting beneath their might above.
Sylas stomped a foot, his body pivoting to the side as Morvok's fist suddenly became a blade in the form of a palm. The latter's claws extended, slicing through the air with a surge of poison.
There was another pulse that came from Sylas' eyes, and the Runes of the poison collapsed. Ignoring the drain on his Will and the pulse of pain that came from his pupils, he had already smoothly transitioned into his next attack.
