The duel was going on for fifteen minutes without either of them landing a blow on the other. As the minutes passed by, Diego gradually started to lose his stamina and breathed heavily. Tiredness was visible on his face and his moves. His fighting technique became more chaotic and less finesse. It was logical, any fighter who couldn't touch his opponent would lose their mind and become somewhat of a wild fighter.
Finally, Michael started to feel bored of evading the punches and kicks. He noticed the fall in badass points so he decided to spice up the fight.
"You really think less of alchemists right?" Michael questioned Diego while simply evading another one of Diego's punches. He made dodging punches look so much easier.
"When your jaw is dislocated" a millisecond after these words reached everyone's ears, they saw Michael grab Diego's fist. Diego quickly used his other hand and tried to punch Michael only to get caught by him once again.
Bang!
