At the intense battle, where Hildred and Magnus exchanged relentless attacks, the air trembled with every movement. Magnus leaped into the air with a slight spin, his body twisting like a sharpened blade, and hurled his right kick toward Hildred's left neck. Hildred met it calmly, stopping the kick with his open right hand and forcing it back with raw strength.
Magnus landed hard, staggering backward before regaining his balance. He rubbed the back of his right wrist against his lips, wiping away sweat and grit. "You really are stubborn. If you had just accepted my proposal, things wouldn't have gone this far," Magnus said. His clothes were coated in dust, riddled with small tears like scars that told the story of the fight.
"Don't let the current situation get into your head. The battle hasn't ended," Hildred responded. His own clothes were shredded by countless cuts, each tear matching a wound beneath, as if his body itself had clawed through the fabric.
