As the storm above them roared with the fury of battling hydras, Michael and Noah resumed their fierce duel on the battered landscape below. Noah, nimble and acrobatic, darted around Michael, his movements a blur of grace and deadly intent. He swung his twin swords in sweeping arcs, each strike a dance of steel aimed at exploiting any opening in Michael's defense.
On the other hand, Michael countered with less finesse but with overwhelming brute force. Each block and parry from his dark swords was delivered with such power that it sent shockwaves through the air. When Michael attacked, it was with devastating strikes, each one capable of shattering stone and bone alike.
"Is that the best you can do? It requires more than just brute strength to end me!" Noah taunted as he flipped over a low sweep, landing perfectly to deliver a series of rapid thrusts.