Az parried Byurn's strikes with precision, his eyes locked onto the figure before him. "You come to Earth searching for your sister, yet you bring destruction and chaos wherever you go. Quite the family reunion."
Byurn smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes. "You wouldn't understand. Our family matters are beyond your comprehension."
Az retorted, "I understand enough to know that your presence here is a threat to everyone. Yet, your family issues are not my problems. 'You' are my problem!"
Byurn's voice cut through the air, laced with disdain and superiority. "Pathetic, Az. Your thirst for revenge blinds you. You're weak, foolish, and utterly worthless. Your obsession with vengeance is nothing compared to the truth of the universe."
Their clash is a symphony of sparks, the tension escalating with each strike. Az pressed further, "Your sister would be proud of the havoc you're wreaking, I'm sure."
The clash intensified as Byurn, fueled by raw aggression, swung his fists with calculated precision, aiming to overpower Az. Az, on the other hand, wielded his modified hammer and Allveigandi with rhythmic grace, countering Byurn's onslaught with skillful maneuvers.
They charged at each other, clashing with a loud clang. Az swung his hammer at Byurn's head, but Byurn parried it with his fist. Byurn punched Az's chest, but Az dodged it and threw his javelin at Byurn's throat. Byurn caught it with his free hand and threw it aside.
Between strikes, their banter persisted, each word laced with a hint of mockery. "Not much of a fighter without your toys, Az?" Byurn taunted, his punches swift and relentless.
Az felt a surge of shock as he saw Byurn's hand grab his hammer and stop it in mid-air. He had put all his strength into that swing, hoping to catch Byurn off guard and crush his skull. But the alien prince had reacted faster than he expected, and now he was staring at him with a cold and contemptuous smile.
"Is that the best you can do, Az?" Byurn taunted. "You call that a weapon? It's a toy, a joke, a waste of metal. You should be ashamed of yourself, for using such a pathetic excuse for a hammer."
Az gritted his teeth and pulled back his hammer, trying to free it from Byurn's grip. But Byurn held on firmly, and twisted his wrist, making Az lose his balance. Byurn then pushed the hammer back, sending Az flying across the field. Az crashed into a tree, feeling a sharp pain in his back.
Freyn stood at the edge of the field, her heart racing with worry as she watched the intense battle unfold below. Lumi, Beatrice, Elodie, and Hex stood beside her, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.
"Lumi, can't we do something to help them?" Beatrice asked, her voice tense with worry.
Lumi's eyes held a somber wisdom as she spoke, "I'm afraid, Beatrice, this battle is theirs alone. They explicitly asked us not to interfere earlier."
Hex clenched his fists in frustration. "I wish we could lend a hand. Az is doing his best out there but against that alien strength..."
Byurn walked towards Az with his bare fist. He wanted to humiliate Az, to show him how inferior he was, to make him suffer again.
Az glared at him, feeling a surge of anger and hatred. He still remembered the agony of dying in Byurn's arms, and it kept playing in his mind like a rewind each time he saw Byurn's face. He had sworn to avenge himself if he ever met Byurn again.
He had also vowed to protect Lumi, the companion he had come to trust and rely upon, lingered at the edges of his mind like a haunting echo.
Amidst the clash and the thunderous roars, Az couldn't shake off the fear that history might repeat itself. He remembered the vulnerability in Lumi's eyes when they had been separated once before.
"Enough talk, Byurn," Az said. "Let's finish this. Once and for all."
Byurn smirked. "As you wish, Az. Let's dance."
Az reached for his hammer and his javelin, which were lying on the floor next to him. He grabbed them and got up, ignoring the pain in his back. He was not afraid of Byurn. He was ready to face him again, and this time, he would not lose.
As Byurn closed in, Az's senses heightened. With a resolute focus, he planted his javelin firmly into the ground. The field fell silent for a moment, a brief pause before the storm.
Az assumed a swinging stance, gripping the newly acquired Allveigandi with a determination that sent shivers down his adversaries' spine. The hum of energy resonated through the air as the blaster came to life, and Az began to spin himself wildly, a vortex of power and speed.
In the midst of the whirling dance, Az's movements were no longer the graceful choreography witnessed in his earlier battle with the wyvern. This time, it was a fierce and relentless spin, each revolution propelling an increase of the friction to the javelin.
As he spun in front of the planted javelin, the blaster's energy collided with the metal, creating a spectacular display of sparks that illuminated the arena. The electromagnetic dance between the blaster and the javelin added a dynamic element to Az's spin, a fusion of technology and raw power.
As Byurn closed the distance, Az's focus heightened. With a swift and forceful strike, he launched the Allveigandi, hitting the javelin's handle with all his might. The impact sent vibrations through the ground, uprooting the javelin and setting it into a wild, electrified spin hurtling toward Byurn.
A crackling burst of electric sparks trailed the javelin's spinning path, its momentum carrying it relentlessly toward its target. Byurn, realizing the impending danger, swiftly dodged the oncoming attack. The javelin whizzed past him, the air crackling with the residual energy it left in its wake.
Amidst his spinning, Az's eyes gleamed with determination. As the javelin sailed past Byurn, Az enacted the next phase of his plan. Activating the stored electricity within his hammer, he commanded the javelin to return to him, channeling Journ's techniques but infusing them with his own style and agility.
With practiced precision, Az mirrored Journ's movements, but with a unique flair, a manifestation of his evolving prowess. As the javelin responded to his command, it curved and looped through the air, guided by Az's control. The field was alive with the dance of metal and electricity, a spectacle of power and finesse.
Byurn, caught off-guard by Az's control over the javelin, tried to anticipate its trajectory, but Az's adaptation of Journ's techniques proved to be unpredictable. The javelin swirled and darted in a mesmerizing display.
Az's movements were a blur of calculated precision and controlled power. As the javelin returned to his side, he didn't merely catch it; he struck it again with his hammer, igniting another surge of electricity that intensified the weapon's charge.
Each strike amplified the javelin's potency, infusing it with an unprecedented level of electrical energy. Az, harnessing the connection between the hammer and the javelin, propelled the weapon forward with unparalleled force and accuracy.
The javelin darted back towards Byurn, its trajectory altered by Az's mastery over its flight path. With each repetition of this electrified exchange, the power within the javelin grew exponentially, crackling and surging with unstoppable energy.
Byurn, now faced with not just Az's formidable melee assault but also the relentless barrage of electrified javelin strikes, found himself hard-pressed to evade the onslaught. The dual assault, a blend of melee and ranged attacks seamlessly controlled by Az, created a formidable challenge for Byurn to navigate.
Az's control over both the close-range combat with his spinning hammer and the precision strikes of the electrified javelin showcased his adaptability and finesse in battle. With each strike, the arena crackled with unleashed power, a testament to Az's mastery over this newfound technique.
As the cycle continued, Az's movements became almost rhythmic, a synchronized dance of power and strategy. The combined melee and ranged attacks created an unrelenting barrage that tested Byurn's agility and endurance to their limits.
In this repetition, Az found not just unlimited power but a seamless fusion of two distinct forms of combat. His mastery over the dual assault revealed a depth of skill that blurred the lines between close-quarters combat and ranged precision, setting a stage for an electrifying climax to the intense confrontation.
Byurn, having distanced himself from Az, watched with a calculating gaze, expecting Az to continue the relentless barrage with the electrified javelin. In that moment of anticipation, he saw Az catching the returning javelin rather than striking it once more.
Az's decision to catch the javelin instead of continuing the assault seemed puzzling to Byurn. It was a departure from the relentless pattern of attack, and it stirred a cautious curiosity within him.
Confusion flickered in Byurn's eyes. The abrupt change in Az's strategy sparked curiosity, but he recognized it as an opportunity. Byurn saw this momentary pause as his chance to strike, to seize the advantage in their intense duel.
With a swift and decisive movement, Byurn seized upon what he perceived as a window of vulnerability. He lunged forward, his movements swift and calculated, aiming to exploit what he perceived as a temporary pause in Az's offensive.