With a wordless understanding of their impending clash, the tension in the air grew palpable. In Glacius's eyes, Helios saw an unrelenting determination, a reflection of his own. In response to Helios's words, Glacius wasted no time. He launched himself forward with blinding speed, his movements as precise and calculated as his words.
Helios met Glacius's attack head-on, channeling his energy into a defensive stance. The clash of their energies sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet. With each strike, their power rippled outward, carving a space amidst the chaos where their battle played out.
Sword and claws clashed, steel meeting steel in a symphony of sparks. Each move was a dance of lethal precision, a test of strength and skill. Helios's mind raced, analyzing Glacius's technique even as he focused on his own defense.
