Zeus stood ready, his eyes sharp and focused as the two men lunged at him, their swords crackling with thunder energy.
The electricity danced along their blades, casting an eerie glow on their faces, which were twisted with determination and rage. As they closed in on him, they shouted in unison, their voices filled with fierce intent, "Thunder Slash!"
The thunder-infused slashes cut through the air, aimed directly at Zeus with lethal precision. But Zeus's reflexes, honed by countless battles, were quicker than their attacks.
With a swift, almost effortless motion, he sidestepped the incoming strikes, the arcs of energy barely grazing his side as he moved.
Raising an eyebrow, Zeus let a smirk curl across his lips, his expression one of amused condescension. "Well, well," he remarked, his tone laced with mockery. "You actually managed to pull off a Thunder Slash. I'm impressed—really, not bad at all."
