His ears picked up another sonic boom and he forced himself to rotate and avoid the slash that created an impossibly deep gorge in the earth. Hunter fought like a beast, utilizing and every tactic he could think of. Yet each time they met each other in combat, it seemed as if he was staring down at an insurmountable foe. No matter how much Fire he poured into his arteries, the demon was able to match and surpass his blows with ease. Such was the disparity between them that Hunter found himself having to rewrite his own destiny after every three or four exchanges when he would be bisected, stabbed, beheaded or straight up vaporized by that ominous dark lightning.
Whenever he tried to put space between them to catch his breath, Andras would bombard him with spheres of dark lightning that consumed everything it touched. Hunter had long lost count of the number of times he had had to regrow a limb with his flames in an instant to avoid the demon reducing him to a limbless torso.
