Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Blood sprayed through the air while saliva and furious snarls escaped Bachi's mouth as he desperately tried to fight back. His fists flew like artillery shells, each strike capable of flattening mountains, yet none of them found their target. He cursed. He roared. He raged.
Every movement carried enough force to crush lesser demigods into dust, but all of it felt meaningless before Damian's fists. Predicting where Damian would strike next was harder than playing Russian roulette. At least with that there was the illusion of probability.
Against Damian's attacks there was no such comfort. Every feint concealed another feint. Every opening became a trap. Every retreat somehow led directly into another blow. The combination of Foresight, Moon Steps and Damian's terrifying combat instincts transformed what should have been a duel into a one-sided beating.
"Enough!"
