The scene within the obscured Battle Ring was one of chaos as both berserk Nero and the calm Avollo erupted dazzling but destructive amount of Magic Powers. Avollo calmly stood as he held onto his simple-looking sword, his eyes having a hint of sharpness as he stared at Nero.
Unlike his friend, Nero was the complete opposite; his manner was now one of endless rage as if he lost all signs of thought; he held onto the scythe in one arm as he glared at Avollo preparing for an attack as he leaned his body forward.
Suddenly, Nero held the scythe behind him as he adopted the regular posture for the Mowing Twist stance.
Avollo's eyes narrowed at this as he slowly held his sword before him and adopt a slightly serious posture while in thought, 'It's that stance again, a curious one indeed... I wonder, even while he's in this state, can he even use it to the extent he did prior?'
