The ground beneath them trembled with every strike, as the two warriors faced off, their weapons gleaming with deadly intent.
Anthony's katana, crackling with the power of all elements, was an extension of his will, his aura shaping the air around him into a palpable force.
Across from him, Kush stood, his sword infused with the fury of wind and lightning, his every movement like a gust of a storm, a flash of lightning ready to strike.
They were forces of nature, their swords the embodiment of their mastery over their respective elements.
The first clash was so sudden that the world itself seemed to hesitate.
Anthony's katana was a blur of motion, a streak of silver that cut through the air like a lightning bolt.
[Endless Technique: Katana Series: Constant Flow]
