Masters
"Just give up already! You're no match for me, why prolong the inevitable!" Regis roared at Anteris, who, by now, had started to take some damage from Regis' repeated attacks.
The flames from Regis' attacks didn't burn him, but he was having to utilize his aura to block the physical blows from Regis, which allowed the sparks of lightning to pass through Anteris' defense.
"You underestimate how much things can change in a matter of moments! A battle is not decided until it's over!" Anteris yelled back, sending another pillar of flame flying at Regis, even while his muscles shook with the strain of wielding his halberd.
"That's a weakling's excuse for hanging on a thread of hope!" Regis laughed as he counterattacked, sending an enormous bolt of lightning flying at Anteris, threads of flame wrapped around the bolt.