As Vritra reared his scale-clad fist back with utmost ferocity, the weight he packed into the building attack caused him to stand only on one foot as his fist carried his upper body back slightly. His fiery, midnight aura embraced his fist before he threw it towards the Monkey King, who responded with a swing of his seraphic pole.
As the unbreakable object met the unstoppable fist, the clash of such forces split the air down the middle of the territory, sharply flinging through the trees and parting the cedar casually as the two pulled back from one another before approaching once more.
The same exchange repeated once more, then twice more as the forest groaned beneath the two spirit's tremendous power. With another collision on the cusp of birthing itself into tangible force, this time the black-haired divinity threw his fist not at the golden-furred monkey but towards the world itself, slamming his attack into its crust.
