Rin jumped high and floated in the air before Thrúiowre, his eyes went pure white and his hair went completely blonde, and he began to chant a spell in an eerie ancient language:
"∆+∆\|/¤ Ħ Ɵ Ʊ Ȫ Ȣ Ƚ ʢ ʡ Β Ϡ Ѫ Ф ҉ ҂ ᾇ ₰ ᴥ!!"
The words were not spoken so much as torn from reality. Each syllable warped the air, leaving afterimages of fractured characters flying around.
Soon, the heavens above Thrúiowre opened up with a large crimson-violet eye looking down on them. The pupil tightened, focusing on the target. Then it began to hum with an electric cadence, glowing brighter, and ready to discharge.
With a roar, Thrúiowre shook their body and the vines broke.
Immediately, the thorns began to snap like dry twigs, as they moved. Their armor rippled more violently, shedding fragments of the greenery that later dissolved into smoke.
The Titan raised their sword with both hands and drew deeply. Each of the words quaking the mountain: "DEVOUR IT, VOID OF VOID, INTO MY HOLLOW REALM!"
From the upwardly pointed large sword, a great pool of darkness surged upward, smashing into the ray of light pouring down.
The impact was utterly cataclysmic: Light and dark collided in a straight line that turned the area around the clash into glittering night in broad daylight.
Somehow, shadows bled into radiance, and radiance bled into shadow. The sky around the impact fluctuated between noon and midnight in stuttering beats.
BBBOOOOMMMM!!
Soon the battle between Rin's light and Thrúiowre's darkness ended in a large explosion that swallowed the entire frost mountain.
A sphere of pure annihilation had bloomed outward, erasing the peak, all the snow, and all the stones—virtually everything within a few miles were devoured. The blast wave rolled across the landscape, flattening lesser ridges, and hurling ice shards like shrapnel.
If the only life in this world was around a mile radius, there probably wasn't life on the planet any longer.
Rin and his maids had left the immediate area of the collision, only watching from afar as the space emptied.
They stood on a distant ridge that had survived due to their protective barriers, only the wind whipping their clothes.
Rin's white glowing eyes soon returned back to their deep blue, and his golden hair slowly bled back to its original color at the roots.
"Well…" He breathed hard, his left hand pressed to his ribs, and his eyes narrowed at the settling dust cloud 150 meters below. "That had to put a dent in Thrúiowre… Though…"
But Rin wasn't satisfied yet. He went on to search for Thrúiowre in the aftermath, just to be sure he did a number on them.
"Master!"
However, Munganda's voice came a little late.
CRUUSSHH!
The crushing sound of bone resounded as Thrúiowre's fist collided with Rin's left arm as he tried to defend against it.
Thrúiowre had emerged from the shadows behind him; their armor was slightly scorched but still intact, their starry red glow blazing even brighter than before.
The blow landed cleanly, and Rin's arm twisted at a sickening angle with a wet snap.
Pain exploded through Rin's shoulder, as he glided backward across the scorched ground, his sneakers digging furrows to slow himself until they completely unraveled leaving only Rin's bare feet. And blood trailed from his mouth from the direct impact.
Looking back at the battle, Thrúiowre was on him again; before Rin would react, they had begun stomping him viciously as whatever planet they were on shook terribly from the force.
Boot after boot came down, and each of the impact cratered the ground deeper. Rin's body bounced helplessly with every strike, his ribs making cracking sounds, and breath forced from his lungs in ragged gasps.
The maids watched from the ridge, had their hands clenched at their sides, with evident worry painting their features; but, of course, they still did not move to help.
This was the usual ritual. And helping when they weren't asked to would make Rin immensely disappointed with them.
Rin, however, was face down in the large crater made from his own beating.
Ashes mixed with dirt and blood around him. His hoodie was well torn, with one sleeve hanging only by threads.
Thrúiowre then raised a long leg high, nearly 15 feet high.
And with a great force, Thrúiowre descended the foot on Rin.
The stomp was apocalyptic.
The impact so much, that it forced them both to sink quickly into the earth, moving fast through layers of rock, earth, and molten stones from friction.
The soil screeched past them as they drilled further, pressure building. Then they landed—Thrúiowre's foot still pinning Rin—on a surface beneath the earth, a cave of sorts.
The cavern was vast, and only lit by faint phosphorescent veins in the walls. Stalactites hung like jagged teeth overhead, but were beginning to melt from the heat of the battle—I mean, beating.
Rin lay beneath the Titan's boot, his chest heaving, and blood trickling from his nose and the corner of his mouth.
Thrúiowre loomed above him, with their sword planted point-down beside them, and their armor steaming from the earlier clash.
The cave trembled once they had hit it, but it soon fell silent.
Rin coughed wetly, with a slow and bloody grin spreading across his face.
***
Thrúiowre's feet was still on Rin, on a surface beneath the earth, a cave of sorts.
The cavern was immense and dim, lit only by thin veins of pale blue phosphorescence that crawled along the walls like dying lightning.
Stalactites hung overhead in jagged clusters, dripping slow water that plinked against stone far below. The air there was thick and heavy with mineral dampness and the faint metallic tang of crushed rock.
Thrúiowre's dark boot pressed down on Rin's chest; immensely crushing and firm enough that every breath came shallow and labored.
Rin's torn hoodie spread beneath him like dark wings, his own blood already soaking through the fabric from his mouth and nose.
But Thrúiowre didn't stop there. They began to pound Rin on the ground with their large fists as the cave shook violently.
Each blow landed like a falling boulder from heaven.
The first fist drove into Rin's ribs with a wet crunch that echoed off the walls. The second slammed his shoulder back into stone, cracking it further. The third struck his side, forcing him to hiss in a sharp gasp.