Sensing an opening, Demion pressed his advantage, driving the collector back with relentless ferocity. Blow after blow rained down upon the Collector, each strike fueled by Demion's unwavering resolve. The room seemed to blur around them as they fought, their movements a blur of speed and skill.
"You think you can best me?" The collector snarled, his voice dripping with disdain, as he parried Demion's strikes with practiced ease. "You're nothing but a mere insect, swatting futilely at the wind."
Demion's jaw clenched as he fought to maintain his focus, his muscles burning with exertion. "I may be mistaken, but I have something you'll never understand," he retorted, his voice steady despite the strain of their battle. "Courage. Conviction. And the will to fight for what's right."
