Two luminous flashes collided, then separated at breakneck speed, streaking across the battlefield like twin comets.
Sparks ignited the sky as their swords clashed in a symphony of steel, the metallic reverberations echoing through the city streets.
Glug slashed at Igris' waist with lethal intent, but Igris deftly raised his longsword, parrying the strike with effortless grace.
With a fluid motion, he retaliated, his blade carving an upward arc through the air, tearing apart the very space it passed through.
Sensing the incoming strike, Glug sidestepped with razor sharp reflexes, evading the deadly edge by a hair's breadth.
The force of Igris' missed strike did not go to waste, his sword cleaved cleanly through a bungalow, splitting it in two as if it were mere parchment beneath a razor.
Seizing the opening, Glug launched a vicious knee toward Igris' head, his leg snapping forward like a striking viper.
