Silas VS Ozivox

"This is no mere pet," Ozivox said coldly. His voice carried an eerie finality. "It is a part of me. I am one of the few generals who have mastered the art of mutant taming. Once you reach my level, a single touch can bond a mutant to you forever. Wing Razor has been with me for years — our souls are connected."

He raised his axe, the blade glinting under the pale light. His eyes gleamed with a dark confidence, reflecting his unwavering belief in his power. "But since you want a fair fight, I'll grant it. At least now, you'll have no excuse when I crush you."

Ozivox advanced, each step measured and deliberate. The ground beneath his feet seemed to groan under his weight. His fingers tightened around the axe handle, the leather grip creaking in response. The air grew colder, a biting chill that seeped into the skin. The wind whispered of the violence that was about to be unleashed.