The battlefield had transformed into an arena for the epic confrontation between Zorvax and Beta. Zorvax, with his right arm transformed into a cannon, unleashed a barrage of shots, each one powered by the level 2 zombie cores he had collected. His face was a mask of concentration, his eyes locked on Beta with unwavering focus.
Beta, displaying agility that belied his enhanced form, dodged the oncoming attacks. His movements were swift, a blur against the backdrop of the raging battle. With each evasion, he countered, his flame sword slashing through the air, sending waves of fire towards Zorvax.
But Zorvax was equally adept at dodging. He moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, his body weaving through the attacks with an ease that frustrated Beta. "You're quick, I'll give you that," Beta grunted, launching another series of attacks.