The Prize

Clyde's blade carved through the molten warrior's defenses, slicing cleanly through its fiery hands before grazing its shoulder.

The creature hissed in pain, his molten blood dripping from the wounds like liquid fire. But before Clyde could press the attack further, the warrior leaped back with explosive force and landing a safe distance away.

For the first time, true realization dawned in the creature's ember eyes. He was outmatched at this point.

This battle wasn't in his favor anymore. Clyde was beyond him. With his strange way he was stronger, faster, and wielding an impossible power that defied all logic. There was no victory to be found here.

The molten warrior clenched his jaw, frustration burning through his veins. His mind running, considering his next move. And then, as Clyde took a step forward and closing the distance between them, the warrior made his decision.