Iko began breathing deeply.
<< Sigma Mode >>
A black mist surrounded him, his skin turning as dark as coal or rather, his entire body was now covered by a protective layer of those dark particles.
<< Doping >>
He inhaled the floating particles with voracity.
His heart contracted as if he had overdosed.
His eyes turned crimson, bloodshot.
When the substance completely invaded him, he crouched like a wild beast about to leap at its prey, both hands on the ground, feet braced like an athlete at the starting line.
He lunged like an animal at Renard.
...
Renard saw that his opponent was going all out, and he did the same.
<< Sigma Mode >>
Complex markings spread across his body like tattoos, extending to his axe, as if the two had become one.
With a cry, Renard charged.
...
The two clashed violently. The shock was so brutal that both were thrown backward.
But only a fraction of a second later, they leapt into the air, roaring in unison:
<< Destructive Strike >>
