Krune’s Close Combat Style

"Hah!" Krune grunted, slashing the two ice swords down on the Black Demon, watching it melt them by covering its fists with fire. 

Soon after, the miasma in the region had swirled around, seeping into the Black Demon constantly as it replenished its reserves. In any case, the two sides were at a stalemate. Ignoring it, Krune slashed time after time, inflicting freezing gashes onto the Black Demon. 

In response, the Black Demon thawed the ice using its fire, regenerating its energy. However, it didn't have a good time either. When it inflicted wounds on Krune, he regenerated at the same pace as it. On top of that, he hadn't absorbed the miasma or anything of the sort. 

'From where does he obtain such a frightening quantity of energy to use? Is this new race really so scary?' The Black Demon was worried. And adding onto its worries was Hazak, one that was a demon but was different from a demon in quite a few ways.