Words were no longer necessary.
The light and shadows from their weapons were already the main tune in the hell on earth they found themselves.
In three seconds, they had already fought more than ten rounds and exchanged more than one hundred slashes.
They were like tidal waves stirring up tornadoes and howling shooting stars crashing into each other.
Their vitality magnetic fields attracted and repelled each other to release a destructive power that caused the frames supporting the whole building around them to continuously crack.
The hole above their heads became bigger, and the reinforced concrete from thirty floors above fell down like burning mud from a landslide.
The venomous, black smoke reached their chests.
And as they gasped for breath, they sucked in the smoke. It burned their tracheas and invaded their lungs.
