Felix got better and better as he fought back and forth with Marshallo. His techniques were improving along with his physical condition. But the same thing could be said about Marshallo as well.
They were both improving massively as they fought. It was as if they were blacksmiths that found the perfect metal which they could temper and smelt into a sword of ultimate quality, the metal being each other.
They were tempering each other, sharpening each other with every strike and energy blast they used, dodged, or countered.
Marshallo continued to be on the defensive as he waited to recover his former bodily strength. While Felix did his best to pierce his defenses and kill him.
Their rivalry was a deadly one because of their factions. But as they continued to fight, they realized they had a bit in common, battle-wise.
Felix could somehow understand Marshallo better after he fought him for such a long time. The blows they traded spoke by themselves.
