Morkel frowned upon hearing Azryth. He hadn't expected the other races to have such a plan. *"They are scheming deep. That makes it all the more reason we can't let them win this war."* He clenched his right hand, causing stars to shimmer around his fist.
"We're done talking," he said as he powered up his fists.
Azryth grinned, a dark glint in his eyes. "Then let's see if your human race can endure the wrath of the Seven Demon Kings!" He clenched his fist, the air crackling with ominous energy, and drove it forward. With a thunderous roar, his punch tore a massive hole through space itself, the tear larger and more chaotic than his previous strike.
"Star Fist!" Morkel shouted, launching his own fist forward. A brilliant beam of starlight erupted from his punch, streaking like a comet to meet Azryth's spatial tear head-on.
BOOM!
