The Sylph roared, his spear spinning and knocking Sylas' fist to the side. Then in the same sweeping motion, he cut toward Sylas' thigh.
Sylas raised his leg, kneeing the body of the spear upward and erupting with his own counter.
Streaks of violet and gold danced through the city streets and the booming cadence of their battle began to spread far and wide.
The two unleashed a flurry of attacks and counters, neither seemingly wanting to waste any time on defense.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Lucirius' lightning rebounded off of Sylas' armor, unable to penetrate. But Lucirius was too slippery and fast for Sylas to land a good shot on him.
The two weaved in and out of one another's attacks, dancing on the blade edge of death as though it was their mistress.
The longer they fought, the more flips Lucirius' heart did. Just when had Sylas grown so powerful?
BANG!