Earning their respect

The moment that the two fists collided, the air around the two swiveled. It started creating a vortex around them, slowly masking what was happening between the two. They created a shroud around them unknowingly, just with the sheer power of the fists.

Immediately after the interaction, it was not apparent who won the exchange. No one came flying out, and that could only mean that both of them held their ground against each other.

"Impossible. How is a mortal like you able to match my strength? You intrigue me, human." Gormundeir's voice came from inside the make-shift shroud. 

The dust cleared, and it was finally visible as to what had happened. The two were in a standstill, and they were only a few feet from each other. There was not an injury in sight, and they were both looking at each other intensely. 

Lucas was about to jump in to attack once more when the leader giant suddenly spoke.