Bloody Fists

Slash. Slash. Slash.

Two flashes, white and crimson ones, collided time after time inside the confines of the arena. A long needle slammed into a heavy spear, a cascade of sparks flying off to the sides, only for the flashes to jump back and repeat the same scenario.

The Solitary Commander and Adam moved at the same pace, with serious expressions and eyes full of the desire to tear their opponent apart.

Yet, neither of them managed to inflict a serious wound on the other, a few scratches were all they achieved and Adam was not satisfied with that.

'Hmm... I can't be faster than him, I doubt I can get stronger, but... I can sacrifice one attack to end the fight quickly.'

At the same moment, Adam rushed forward, as did the Solitary Commander. In a heartbeat, they clashed again, but this time Adam kept his hands much lower, putting his right shoulder under the hit.