Every self-respecting fighter should have scars. They are the most important trophies a fighter can receive during a fight, whether it was defeat or victory, a scar meant the fight was worthy or even fatal.
Gael knew this rule better than anyone else. All of his scars could hardly be counted, their numbers were beyond all norms, and in Gael's case, his trophies had a special purpose.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
His scars glowed brightly as he suddenly opened his eyes shone as bright as stars, and the sword in his hands blazed violently.
Whoooooooosh.
His hand turned into a blur as a moment later the flaming sword collided with the bloody spear. The force from their collision constantly caused shockwaves that literally destroyed everything around them, ripping trees from the ground and turning massive rocks into dust.