Sounds of drifting wind echoed, and dirt and grime spread throughout the magenta field.
Within the smoke-like cloud, two figures quickly flickered, steps morphing the land's wind patterns.
They were quick.
Fast.
… Deadly.
The axe and claw collided with a deafening clang, shaking the ground. The two weapons fought for dominance, aura merging and battling.
But Brock pushed forth and won the clash, hurling the lady back. She lost footing and stumbled like an upturned vehicle.
Brock's eyes widened at this opportunity, and he quickly smashed the axe upon the earth, summoning an array of rock spikes.
As these weapons were inches away, the 'nameless twin' rotated away hastily. Her leg stepped down a spike's sides, using its momentum to dodge the rapidly approaching tips of death.
Her twisting figure reflected in Brock's eyes, looks of murder. He lunged skyward in chase, soaring with the wind.
