Nathan vs Agamemnon

"Let's end this, Agamemnon." 

Nathan kicked off the ground, his movements swift and precise, as he drew his black demonic sword. A chilling aura trailed behind him, an ominous mist of icy energy that crackled in the air. His target was clear—Agamemnon, the towering warrior who stood defiantly, exuding a newfound and unsettling strength.

Agamemnon raised his sword, a weapon he had stolen from Paris, though it no longer resembled its former self. The blade was now darker, broader, pulsating with a malevolent energy that twisted the air around it. A sinister black aura emanated from its edge, almost alive, as if whispering promises of destruction. Despite his massive frame, Agamemnon moved with shocking speed, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.