I continued with the focus on the growing pressure of Jake's Berserker, on Victor yielding under brute force while learning throughout the beating — and on Grace realizing that interfering would be useless.
The collision between the two destroyed what remained of the clearing's center.
Jake appeared first.
Not like a warrior.
Like a disaster.
His body crossed the space in a red, distorted line, and his fist descended toward Victor with enough force to make the entire ground bend even before impact. Victor raised the Black Ice sword to block, spreading an inner layer of ice through the bones of his arm and shoulder at the same time.
The blow landed.
BOOOOOOM!
The sword did not break immediately.
But it cracked.
It cracked from tip to hilt, as if a mountain had fallen on it.
