Throughout the room, their blades held onto each other at a standstill.
Winds erupted and thunder crackled.
From both sides, neither couldn't give up on this clash.
Jan's hands clung to the silver broadsword for his dear life.
He believed that if he were to lose here he'd also end up perishing with the others.
Rel, on the other hand, held onto Axel with everything he's gotten within him.
Losing here not only means he'd affect Jan as a character but it would also stain the progression and plot of the story.
"Give up now and I promise I won't kill you," Rel spoke through his mask in a low manner attempting to push Jan's blade back just a little.
"Why don't you give up?! If you do I'll only tear up your mask, you evil monster."
Jan tried to push Rel's blade back but realised that both their strengths at this moment were equally matched.
