Finishing Move: Descent Into The Dark
The atmosphere in the arena was electric, the cheers and gasps from the audience echoing like a thunderstorm. Turai and Bracus were locked in a heated clash, exchanging fierce blows with such intensity that the ground beneath them trembled.
Every strike from Bracus's massive butcher blades was met by Turai's agile evasion, each of his punches landing with precision that sent shockwaves through the air.
Bracus was pushing himself to the limit, his breath ragged and his eyes wide with desperation. He gritted his teeth as he swung his blades in a cross pattern aimed to bisect Turai. "Fight me seriously!" he bellowed out again, frustration leaking through every word.
But Turai was calm, even playful. He sidestepped the strike with an almost casual grace, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "This is serious enough for you," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.