They had no weapon, but their usual opponent. Laurel was eager to try his skills anew.
Not even one full day had passed since he was dragged on the other side of the barrier, but anything that wasn't muscle or bone structure was already affected.
His brain worked a little faster, to be able to gather every informations his ears, nose and eyes were picking. He already knew the usual moves of his friend as he had observed him on the battlefield, but the fear of the defeat or heavy injury had vanished. He could throw punches without caring taking damages.
"Fight!"
A big mark on the ground engraved the first step both took. They ran to each other and started to throw their best kicks. Although he was a little stronger, it was still nothing compared to Oswald's slowly mutating body.
