—clang
—clang
—clang
In the frigid cold streets, in front of a small restaurant, two weapons clashed. One was a razor-sharp metallic dagger imbued with transcendence magic, and the other a great poleaxe that brimmed with a majestic might similar to that of royalty.
—clang
—clang
—clang
As they struck at each other, sparks of flame lit up the air, causing the small snowflakes drifting down to melt once in close proximity.
This was how heated the battle was.
"This guy…" Leon's mind ran on overdrive as he stopped attack after attack from landing. Carlson was every bit as battle-oriented as he was. Despite using a long-ranged weapon like the poleaxe, which required he strike from a distance, Carlson was able to maintain a close-ranged exchange with Leon for long bursts.
Not only that, each of his charges would aim at Leon's weak spots, aiming to cripple or disarm him in the most brutal ways possible.