The battle between Vermillion and Tiamat seemed to go on for a while, with the two of them trading blows. Then, with one final clash of the two smashing each other in the face, they both side back. Neither of the two surged forward. Both of them were breathing heavily with bruises and battered bodies, just staring at each other. All around them, the open field that was once still just an open field looked more like a warzone. The ground had many craters, singed and scorched markings that could be seen everywhere.
"Not bad, Vermillion." Tiamat said as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, still trying to catch her breath. Her body glistened with sweat thanks to the fight. She looked exhausted, but her expression showed she wasn't going to go down just yet.
