Ashyrn's mind raced. He's probably using healing-based powers. That's why my Dryness isn't affecting him.
His voice, low and dangerous, cut through the chaos.
"Prepare yourself, Orimo Kuzan."
Orimo lunged again, laughing like a child. Ashyrn dodged, and Orimo crashed into a building. THUD!
Ashyrn raised his arm, aura flaring.
"Silent Drought."
From the smoke and rubble, Orimo leapt into the sky, still giggling, then descended with a devastating kick that slammed into Ashyrn's aegis-coated arms.
SPARKS erupted, crimson-red energy flaring across the island. Thunder split the sky as lightning struck the ground. Orimo landed nimbly, still laughing. Ashyrn responded with a punch, slamming him against a wall. THUD!
Orimo's grin widened, but his eyes flickered in alarm as Ashyrn lunged again.
"EEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH!" Orimo screamed, evading at the last second and crashing into Ashyrn, sending him through the sand and debris of buildings. THUD! THUD!
Orimo's laughter echoed across the battlefield.
"That's fun," he murmured, wide smile curling across his face.
Ashyrn wiped dust from his torn coat, scowling.
"You damn cheeky bastard," he muttered.
Orimo giggled in reply. "What?"
Ashyrn clenched his fist and unleashed a long-range attack.
"Cracked Pulse."
A wave of Dryness surged toward Orimo, drying his internal organs instantly.
"What…?" Orimo murmured, still managing a faint laugh.
He slammed into Ashyrn again, crashing him through multiple buildings. THUD! THUD! THUD!
With a swift motion, Ashyrn grabbed Orimo's face.
"Desert Kiss," he murmured.
Blood poured from Orimo's eyes, nose, and mouth.
"What… is happening?" he gasped, yet a faint, childlike laugh still escaped him.
Ashyrn's grin widened, dark and lethal.
"It's over, Devil Boy."