As his words echoed solemnly, his eyes ignited like two bright suns. A halo of white steam formed around him as the air itself seemed to combust.
Before Soma could react, lightning crackled as his hand blurred to grip the werewolf's thick forearm.
"You're stronger during the full moon?"
He snickered with ridicule, feeling the moonlight imbue and nourish his blade's wood.
"I'm too. Good luck enduring the sun's weakening effect, though."
As his taunting lingered, he tightened his fiery fingers on Soma's muscles, the stench of burning fur permeating the arena.
Assaulted by the element he hated the most, the werewolf yelped, his grip breaking as he stumbled backwards. Eyes narrowing into feral slits, he raised his hand and spoke.
"We've nothing else to discuss. Let the duel... no, the execution begins."
Before Soma's guttural declaration lingered, his figure vanished.
WOOSH
