Every strike he parried, every blow he landed came at a great cost. Aion's body ached with fatigue, his muscles screamed for respite, and his senses blurred in a haze of weariness. The weight of the battle bore down upon him, threatening to crush his spirit beneath its unforgiving burden. He was expecting that the fight would be hard, but he didn't think that he would reach his limits so soon.
With each passing moment, Aion's steps grew unsteady, his movements sluggish. The enemy's attacks blurred together, becoming a dizzying whirlwind of motion that threatened to swallow him whole. His body fought to keep up, but the toll of the relentless assault began to take its toll.
Still, all of a sudden, he recovered and then punched just one enemy… Aion channeled his fury into a single devastating punch. His clenched fist surged forward, propelled by a surge of raw power that defied the odds. It connected with a resounding impact, striking true against the enemy before him.
