The Weight Of All

Blades clashed, a deafening roar filling the ruined throne room.

Leor ducked under Xal'dar's next savage swing, the demon-killing sword whistling inches above his head. He retaliated with a brutal upward slash aimed at Xal'dar's chest, but the dark god twisted, slamming his gauntleted fist into Leor's jaw with a thunderous crack.

Leor staggered, but before he could react, Xal'dar's fist swung with supernatural speed, landing several precise and brutal punches on Leor's face and stomach. Each blow was incredibly powerful enough to demolish a tower but Leor took on the full brunt of several, staggering back but still standing.

Golden blood dripped down one side of his lip. Yet, despite the ferocity of all the attack, Leor's knees didn't buckle, and he refused to yield.

A feral gleam lit his crimson eyes. He raised an eye brow in amusement, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest.

"Tired already? Come on," he rasped, voice edged with defiance.

Xal'dar obliged.