Erend dashed toward Theron, his feet barely touching the ground as he closed the distance. Theron had landed after the impact. His face twisted into a snarl of pure hatred after what Erend did to him. The dark energy around him flared then crimson and black tendrils wrapping tighter around his body like living shadows. He braced himself as Erend approached.
In the next instant they collided. No weapons, just raw strength and speed. Fists and claws clashed each blow shaking the ground beneath them and sending shockwaves across the battlefield.
Their movements were a blur and each attack met with equal force of their enemy. Their power almost perfectly matched.
Trees cracked and splintered under the pressure of their fight. The forest around them torn apart as they exchanged blows. Neither gaining a clear advantage.
