Onward, To The Edge It Is

A brutal exchange between two mystics unfolded. No fancy display of magic, no finesse. Just raw, unfiltered brawler-style combat.

In tight quarters, Eric launched a straight punch, only for Hector to sidestep with fluid ease, answering with a counterstrike of his own. Eric met it with a sharp deflection, parrying with his right elbow. Without missing a beat, he lifted the same leg, driving it toward Hector's ribs.

"Not so fast!" Hector barked, smirking as though he had seen it all coming.

He caught Eric's raised leg mid-air with his left arm, halting it effortlessly. Then, with a firm yank, he dragged Eric forward, disrupting his footing completely. The momentum betrayed Eric, sending him tumbling off balance, an opportunity Hector didn't waste.

With a swift twist, Hector hurled him toward the nearest wall.