Agra roared, a sound of both pain and… exhilaration. He struggled against Michael's grip, his limbs flailing, his laughter echoing through the trees, a harsh, discordant sound.
"Is that all you've got, Dark Lord?" he taunted, spitting a mouthful of blood onto Michael's armor.
Michael's response was… direct.
He punched Agra, hard, his fist connecting with the Chaos God's nose, the force of the impact sending a sickening crunch echoing through the forest.
Agra's nose… exploded.
Blood, a crimson torrent, sprayed across Michael's faceplate, obscuring his vision for a moment. But instead of crying out in pain, instead of recoiling, Agra simply… laughed. Louder. More manically.
He raised his hands, his eyes blazing with a chaotic energy that made the surrounding trees seem to… twist and writhe.
