As Jacob and Michael clashed in the heart of the bustling city, Azrael and Mark watched on with a mixture of awe and concern.
"Damn, look at them go!" Mark exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched the two warriors exchange blows. "Jacob's really giving it his all, but Michael... He's like a brick wall, blocking every punch without even breaking a sweat!"
Azrael nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with worry. "Yeah, it's like Jacob's hitting a solid steel wall. And did you see that? One punch from Jacob and a three-hundred-meter building collapsed! Michael's body must be tougher than we thought!"
Mark let out a low whistle, his eyes fixed on the unfolding battle. "That's insane! I mean, we always knew Jacob was strong, but to take on someone like Michael... He must be on a whole other level!"