Yoshito’s fists blurred as he raged against Jinn, each strike heavy enough to ripple the very fabric of existence. The air around them distorted with the clash of immense energies, the battlefield trembling under the weight of their combat. Yet, for all his fury and strength, Yoshito could barely scratch Jinn. The draconic god smirked, his movements effortless, weaving through the prince’s assaults as if they were child's play.
“You’re strong, prince,” Jinn mocked, dodging a furious punch before retaliating with a crushing blow to Yoshito’s chest. “But strength without focus is nothing but a tantrum.”
Yoshito roared, his true form flaring brighter as he hurled a devastating attack toward Jinn. The energy collided, shaking the heavens and sending shockwaves across the battlefield. When the smoke cleared, Jinn stood unscathed, brushing dust off his armor.
“Impressive,” Jinn said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But futile.”