*BANG*
The next sound rang into the sky, at the midpoint with Broomf who had also disappeared from his position, creating a bigger shockwave.
Even two fighter jets would not have done better, colliding at high speed. From extreme motion to sudden stillness, with all the force behind the two enemies transmitted as the knee of Broomf met the elbow of Lucas.
It was like they were trying to spear through each other, all the displaced wind exploding around them. And that was just the beginning.
The golden eyes met the gray eyes, and the two fighters shifted their limbs without any change in expression, Lucas still with his smile, and Broomf still with his coldness, leaving it only to them to know whether the clash had been painful. Then it turned into a dance, or a chess competition, offense and defense shifting at a speed made even more difficult to discern through all the wind that was being distorted.
