Alan ripped out a wing of the draconian and it roared In pain.
"Raaagh!"
Both of them fell together, and as they fell together toward the ground they landed blow after blow on one another.
Punch after Punch.
Kick after kick.
At the face, their chest, and even the groin.
With every move Alan did, the Draconian copied perfectly.
And then as their mana clashed, the colors of black and white shined brightly in the sky, together, and battling one another even more fiercely.
It was a beautiful light show, except for the ones responsible for it.
*CRASH!*
They crashed into the black ground, and a dust cloud formed from their crash.
Alan struggled to get up, but he got up regardless, fighting the pain in his body.
He was hurt, and nobody except the Sword Saint had hurt him to such a degree.
And yet, he still got up, he ignored the pain in his body and charged at the Draconian, who did the same.
