They clashed once more, their blades and fists meeting with diminishing power, the sound of their strikes no longer deafening. Both of them gasped, each breath a struggle, each moment a fight just to stay standing. Their bodies were betraying them, slowing with every heartbeat, their powers now a shadow of what they had been at the beginning of this catastrophic battle.
Yet neither of them stopped. Even as the world around them grew quieter and the dust settled, they fought on, screaming at the top of their lungs, their voices raw and broken. Each breath was a feral gasp, a reminder that they were still alive, still fighting, even as their power flickered and dimmed like dying embers.
