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"That's it!"
Newt from Star Dragon Ridge swung a punch powerful enough to smash a mortal's skull; his fist, wrapped in flames, broke through the air towards Watt, but it was blocked by the swiftly raised arm of his opponent. Sparks exploded like a blacksmith's hammer on anvil at the point of collision between the fist and the arm, accompanied by a muffled thud. Newt quickly pulled back his fist and darted forward, landing two rapid punches in succession on his opponent's chest.
Watt let out a stifled grunt as the impacts hit his chest, and was toppled by a sweeping leg that followed.
The sound of his back hitting the ground rang out like metal clashing against metal, echoing like a blacksmith's heavy hammer.
"Hahaha, Newt, Newt! Newt!!"
The onlooking soldiers cheered.
That's what a duel between soldiers was like, where the victor takes all the glory, the spoils, everything, and the loser loses it all.
