The harsh, strong light beat down on the empty island, the flat area of dried earth and few, bushy plants offering no protection from its rays of light.
Wallace and Marcus, in their predator armor gleaming in the bright sunlight, circled each other cautiously, searching for the perfect moment to snuff out the other's life in a split second.
Suddenly, Wallace's fist tightened fiercely and prepared his razor-sharp wrist blade, it looks like the deadly edge gleaming ominously as he shifted his weight with his muscles coiled and ready to strike.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Rederic carefully, he could sense the cold, calculating gaze standing at the nearby rocky hill sending a chill down Wallace's spine.
"He's not really going to intervene huh," Wallace muttered under his breath, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
