Patrol of Demons
Yunus' aura pulsed with a contained energy, a storm brewing beneath a thin veil of control. A predatory glint flickered in his eyes. Yet, there was a focus in that gaze, a hint of his own strategic mind asserting dominance over the raw power threatening to erupt.
Across the ring, Marco mirrored his opponent's movement, stepping cautiously towards the center. He flexed his hand, the ball of earth energy crackling with a low hum.
A playful grin stretched across his face. "Alright, Yunus. How about you dodge this first one?"
Yunus' lips twitched into a smirk. "Sounds like a good warm-up exercise," he replied, his voice devoid of his usual warmth, replaced by a cold efficiency.
Both fighters reached the center of the ring, standing mere feet apart. The tension crackled in the air, thick enough to taste. The crowd held their breath, their eyes glued to the impending clash.