The fight was brutal.
Blow after blow. Strike after strike.
Damien and Pendalf clashed like two storms colliding, their fists and elbows meeting in a furious exchange of force.
Pow!!
Pendalf even received slaps whenever Damien had the chance to. This infuriated the man as he considered it disrespectful. "You little..."
Pow!!
Damien landed another one.
Pendalf was fast, his attacks unpredictable, his movements honed through years of battle. But Damien was faster.
Stronger.
More ruthless.
Pendalf swung, but Damien ducked.
Pendalf kicked, but Damien sidestepped.
And when Damien struck—he landed.
Again.
And again.
And again.
A palm strike to the chest.
A vicious backhand to the face.
A bone-rattling punch to the ribs.
Bang!
Pendalf staggered, his body snapping back from the force. His once-confident grin had disappeared, replaced with wild frustration.