*Punch*Punch*Clang*Shin*Bam!*
The battle had begun with Motavu pressing his advantage against Ilyon with his suicidal charge.
Now, Ilyon followed up with the same pattern after scared memories came to mind, abandoning the plan and his well-being as he only sought to kill the vermin in front of him.
Like the frenzied snakes, both men were exchanging blood for bone as they struck fist and sword against each other for the umpteenth time.
They kept moving about while they fought, moving away from where Rowan and the large body of the dead snake laid.
The dust constantly erupting as they shattered rocks with their feet was also not helping in that regard.
Regardless, what both of them cared about was to see the other dead.
