Qh'mros was tightly wrapped around Xurha, using its claws to rake all over his body, as well as the serrated edge of its wings. At such close quarters, the difference in their domains was clear, Qh'mros was easily tearing through Xurha's domain, as Xurha was forced to evenly distribute it around himself.
Golden sparks flew into the void as Qh'mros' claws and wings scraped across the dull black armor, but even so, Xurha didn't even try and defend himself, only staring daggers at Qh'mros, his head still free of the encirclement.
Qh'mros was confused, Xurha's domain wouldn't be able to hold off its attacks for much longer, but the relatively weaker Ascendant still didn't move, had he given up?
Qh'mros found that hard to believe, especially with how passionate Xurha had been when they had started to fight.
