88 smite them both part 2

The cave walls dripped, echoing each drop of water as Forseti and Aksel stood there, ready to do the third strike.

The winning point.

It hung between them like a blade.

Aksel's clawed hands were crackling, the cave formations dancing with their shadows as Aksel showcased his electric powers. This damp space had become a stage. With Sirius and Saoirse the only observers, the stakes were as high as the cathedral-like ceiling. His testosterone levels were too high for him to lose this time.

He was going to prove he was a worthy beta.

He closed his eyes and took a breath. He could smell his electricity pulsing through his veins.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Droplets echoing like a ticking clock.

He opened his eyes, their golden color like flames igniting. He was going to win.