Stormrage cut a straight line right across Hawk's eyes, reopening the wound on the blinded one, and taking the light away from the working one.
There was a brief pause as time seemed to pause while they were in the air. That disappeared quickly. Both men fell to the ground quickly soon after.
CRACK~!
Melchior groaned as he felt a leg falling out of place in its original position.
It was painful. Coupled with all the wounds all over his body, he felt like dying right there and then. But not now. Death would miss him here.
He looked to his opponent who was in a similar state to him. Hawk lay on the ground silent, red drops falling from his eyes like tears. His legs were in a terrible state as well, broken and almost certainly disfigured. His dark cloak was shredded beyond repair. Even his clothes received no pity from his sharp winds.
It would be okay in this world where healers existed, but not for now.
