Ragna exploded at Aren with a thunderous swing, the hammer glowing even brighter, its speed easily shattering the sound barrier. Aren simply leaped back as the hammer slammed into the ground, cracking it like a web. The fractures spread out for tens and tens of meters, as though an explosion had gone off, debris flying everywhere.
"Tch." Ragna clicked his tongue and attacked again.
This time, Aren pushed forward, his fist meeting the hammer head-on. The collision thundered loudly, and Ragna's hands were thrown back. Before he could collect himself, Aren closed the distance and drove a punch into his ribs.
Crack!
The fist landed, the sound of breaking bone echoing. Shock and disbelief filled Ragna's eyes as he staggered back, clutching his broken ribs, the tattoos on his body flickering violently.
He stopped and stared at Aren.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked.
Aren simply shrugged and bolted forward.
