With a cataclysmic collision, bone and flesh rent against one another yet again, the very air shrieking in protest at the impact. The earth beneath them split apart beneath the absurd magnitude of their clash, but neither being faltered, neither allowed hesitation to stain their momentum.
They surged forward, their movements tearing at the seams of reality itself as they streaked across the battlefield, each impact echoing like thunder through the forest, a relentless refusal to bow before the supremacy of the other.
Blows rained from every conceivable direction, only to be met by equally ferocious counters, each strike resounding like the drumbeat of war, reverberating through the air with the fury of an unchained beast.
Their rhythm was savage yet eerily precise, limbs flashing with the swiftness of serpents in the night, every strike honed with the lethal instinct of predators crafted solely for the hunt.
