The battlefield was a whirlwind of sand, energy, and raw power as Sam and Jordan continued their fierce struggle. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air crackled with the energy of their clashing Arcons. It was a battle that seemed to defy the very laws of nature, with each blow sending shockwaves that rippled through the earth.
Sam's body ached with the toll of the battle, his muscles burning with every movement. But despite the pain, he refused to back down. The thought of his friends—Sara, Masha, Alan—kept him going, driving him to push beyond his limits. He couldn't afford to lose, not when so much was at stake.
Jordan, in his monstrous sand golem form, towered over Sam, his massive fists crashing down with the force of an avalanche. Each strike sent waves of sand and debris flying, the sheer weight of his attacks threatening to crush Sam under their might.
But Sam was quick, his movements a blur as he dodged and countered with precision. Valkor sang through the air, its blade cutting through the swirling sand with ease. Sam had always been confident in his abilities, but this fight was testing him in ways he had never imagined.
As Jordan swung a massive arm at him, Sam ducked low, rolling out of the way just in time. The golem's fist smashed into the ground where he had been standing, creating a crater that sent tremors through the battlefield.
Sam sprang to his feet, his breathing heavy but his determination unwavering. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," he muttered, gripping Valkor tightly.
Jordan's voice boomed from within the golem, a mix of frustration and anger. "You're a persistent little pest, aren't you? But this is where it ends!"
With a roar, Jordan unleashed a powerful wave of energy, the air around him distorting as the ground erupted with spikes of hardened sand. Sam's eyes widened as the spikes shot toward him, but he reacted quickly, leaping into the air and flipping over the deadly projectiles.
As he landed, Sam felt the sand beneath his feet shift, trying to pull him down. He stumbled, but managed to keep his balance, slashing at the tendrils of sand that reached for him. "You're going to have to do better than that!"
Jordan's golem laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the battlefield. "You think you can beat me with just that sword? You're nothing compared to the power of Squad 11!"
Sam's mind raced as he considered his options. He had been holding his own, but Jordan's golem form was nearly invincible. He needed to find a way to turn the tide, to gain the upper hand before the fight drained him completely.
Then, a thought struck him—something Jordan had said earlier about Valkor. The way he had reacted to hearing the name, the anger in his voice… There was something more to it, something Sam hadn't fully understood yet.
"Hey, Jordan," Sam called out, trying to keep his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "What's your problem with Valkor, anyway? Why does it bother you so much?"
Jordan hesitated, just for a moment, but it was enough for Sam to notice. "That sword… it doesn't belong to you. You have no right to wield it!"
Sam frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean? Valkor chose me. It's not like I picked it up off the ground or something."
Jordan's golem growled, the sound like grinding rocks. "You don't even know what you're holding, do you? That blade… it's not just a weapon. It's—"
But before Jordan could finish, Sam seized the opportunity, charging forward with renewed energy. "Whatever it is, it's enough to take you down!"
Sam leapt into the air, Valkor glowing with a brilliant light as he brought it down toward the golem's head. Jordan raised an arm to block, but the force of Sam's attack was more powerful than he expected. The blade cut through the sand, sending a shockwave of energy through the golem's form.
For a moment, the golem staggered, the sand around it destabilizing. Sam landed gracefully on the ground, ready to follow up with another strike. But Jordan wasn't finished yet.
"You think you can defeat me with one lucky hit?" Jordan snarled, his voice echoing through the battlefield. "I'll show you what real power looks like!"
With a roar, Jordan activated his ultimate ability. The sand golem began to grow, its form expanding as wings of sand and debris sprouted from its back. The ground shook violently as the golem's size doubled, then tripled, until it towered over the battlefield like a colossus.
Sam's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the massive beast before him. "Well, that's just great," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "Of course, you can turn into a giant flying sand monster."
The golem's wings flapped, sending gusts of wind and sand that battered Sam from all sides. He raised Valkor to shield himself, but the force of the wind pushed him back, his feet sliding across the ground.
Jordan's voice boomed from within the golem, filled with confidence. "This is the end for you, Sam. There's no way you can stand against me now!"
Sam gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He was running out of options, and fast. He needed to think of something, anything, that could give him an edge. But as the golem loomed over him, ready to strike, Sam felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His body was battered, his energy nearly spent. He could barely stand, let alone fight.
"Come on, Sam," he muttered to himself, trying to summon the last of his strength. "You can do this… you have to do this…"
But as the golem raised its massive arm to deliver the final blow, Sam knew he was out of time. The world seemed to slow around him as the shadow of the golem's fist descended, and for a moment, he could see everything with perfect clarity. The sand swirling in the air, the glint of Valkor's blade, the determination in his own eyes.
And then, just as the golem's fist was about to make contact, Sam's body gave out. He collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring as darkness closed in around him. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the glint of Valkor's blade, lying just out of reach.