The prince's upper robes faded, revealing his toned body, covered in ancient tribal tattoos.
"Old style."
Amon, who'd been incessantly coughing out mouthfuls of blood, trying to stop the chaotic aether that ravaged his body, suddenly grit his teeth and ignored the pain, forced to dodge a punch from the prince.
SHAH!
The prince started slow, merely throwing series of punches that Amon barely managed to dodge but over time, he sped up and the complexity of his martial arts soared.
Fists rained down in series, kicks in waves and palms in sequences as Amon was rapidly overwhelmed.
Amon's bones shattered one after the other as his flesh was pummelled without mercy and his aether constantly sent spiralling through his body to tear his organs apart.
His innate life aether constantly cycled through him, direly trying to keep up with the prince's rate of damage but after a while, it simply became impossible.
