In the desert area covered with various weapons and overflowing with antimagic, a rather strange cadence of sounds, echoing one after the other, disrupted the persisting silence.
Heavy breathing was followed by muffled grunts with the intermediary being the collision of two bodies.
The source of these misleading sounds turned out to be the one masquerading as the Dark Lord who was currently being pummeled by the Battle God of the Warrior Wheel.
Pinned down with nowhere to run, Alex suffered a rain of blows doled out by an unforgiving Aiden.
It continued for almost three minutes before it finally came to an end with Aiden's fists covered in torn flesh, blood, and what looked to be shards of broken teeth while Alex's face was in severe need of reconstruction.
Spitting out blood mixed with spittle, flesh, and broken teeth, Alex muttered. "Satisfied?"
