Old vs New
The rooftop erupted into chaos as Blake and Damien collided. Their initial clash sent a shockwave rippling across the battlefield, momentarily drowning out the sounds of combat around them. Rain poured down in sheets, turning the concrete into a treacherous arena.
Blake's blood scythe met Damien's ice-covered fist with a resounding crack. Crimson droplets and ice shards exploded outward, glittering in the dim light. Their faces were inches apart, contorted with effort and rage.
"Is that all you've got, old man?" Blake taunted, his eyes blazing. He pushed harder, feeling the ice around Damien's fist begin to crack.
Damien's lips curled into a sneer. "I'm just getting started, boy." With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Blake back, following up with a barrage of icy projectiles.