The winds raged in the middle of the Samsara Desert, white sands kicked up in a miniature sandstorm as two figures clashed in the center. Ryker's face was set in focused determination as his staff met Luo Shuchang's sword for what felt like the thousandth time, sparks flying from the clash.
"Hm, are you sure you're not getting tired?"
In front of him, Luo Shuchang smiled, though his usual calm seemed rather strained as beads of sweat ran down his paling face.
And yet, despite him looking as if he would keel over at any minute, every time Ryker would go in for a finishing blow…
"Fuck!"
He clicked his tongue as another talisman flew out of Luo Shuchang's sleeve, this one exploding in a toxic cloud. Ryker leapt out from the cloud, a purple haze trailing him as he coughed violently.
