Mere exercise
The clash between the two seemed almost unreal, a contest between two colossal forces of nature.
Taeron, relentless in his assault, called upon the earth beneath him, causing jagged spires of rock to erupt from the ground.
The stone shot upward with the speed of a thunderbolt, their tips sharp and deadly, each one aimed at Anthony's vital spots.
Yet, with the precision of a master, Anthony's body slipped between them, his movements fluid as he dodged the deadly projectiles by mere inches.
As Taeron's assault continued, the titan's fists began to glow brighter with the intense heat of the fire element.
He swung wildly, the air around him distorting with the extreme temperature, his strikes now accompanied by the roar of flames.
He lunged forward, one fist engulfed in fire, the other crackling with raw earth power.
Each swing of his limbs created shockwaves that threatened to tear the very ground apart.