Round 3! Fight! I

Explosions tore through the air, each one a deafening roar that echoed across the continent. Streaks of silver and gold zipped across the fractured landscape, leaving trails of destruction in their wake.

The sonic booms followed like the crack of a divine whip, splitting the skies and shaking the earth as two streaks of gold and silver light blurred through the land.

The golden streak—Duskhand—moved like a thunderstorm given form, his spear a blinding flash of light that crackled with golden lightning, illuminating the surroundings with each strike.

Opposing him, the silver streak—Arthur—was no less overwhelming. He grinned as he zipped through the air, his translucent sword slicing through the golden light like a phantom severing the horizon.