The sweeping axe blade flashed like lightning, crashing into the enraged Tyr.
"You're courting death!"
Roaring in fury, Tyr let out a low, muffled growl, flinging his right arm coated with fungal mantle forward. Crimson tendrils shot towards Old White like javelins!
As the red beams were about to pierce his face, Old White calmly raised the bomb gun in his left hand and fired two preloaded air burst incendiary grenades forward.
With two gunshots, orange-red fireballs erupted in the confined space!
The crimson tendrils ignited upon contact with the orange-red flames, withering at a visible speed and burning into charcoal-like blackness!
"Ahhhh——!"
Tyr let out a roar of pain, the fierce light in his eyes growing stronger, tightening his extended right hand.
Crimson tendrils sprouted from the floor like tender shoots breaking through the soil, reaching for Old White's ankles as if hands from a grave.
"You're seeking your own doom! This is my domain——!"
