David's Nightveil Embrace armor pulsated with a dark, menacing light as his aura radiated from his form, causing the ground beneath him to splinter into a web of cracks. His grip on the obsidian daggers tightened, their edges gleaming ominously. With a swift step forward, he lunged, his figure blurring as he closed the gap between himself and Number 3.
Number 3 spun his slender obsidian spear with practiced precision, the weapon humming as it cut through the air. Leaning forward, he burst forth with equal ferocity, the ground buckling beneath his momentum.
Their clash erupted in a shower of sparks as obsidian blades met spear, each strike a display of skill and relentless aggression. Both combatants danced through the chaos, offense driving every movement, yet neither leaving an opening for a fatal blow.
