The sky trembled as two figures engaged in a violent brawl, traveling at terrible speeds. The collusion of the fists of these individuals containing enough might to make cities suffer. Simply their mere punches!
The person in this said brawl of untold consequences was the man who had been leading the emissaries of the guild council. And his opponent was the man sent by the elves.
"You're strong," the black-clothed expert commented as he threw punches many times the speed of sound. His opponent clothed in a silver attire deflected them with expert arm movements. But all that force needed to go somewhere.
Waves of pure power generated by those existences barreled out into the world. Thankfully they were already far from the point of the ambush, meaning only the sky suffered. They were too weak to properly affect it, however.
