Arad blocked the sharp black spear with his massive arm and stared at Arlo with a smile as the ground beneath them shattered. He was like an unmovable mountain, far too heavy, far too thick, and far too hard. But then, something heavy smacked Arad's face, twisting his face to the side as Arlo teleported behind him.
^Just… how hard are you?!^ Arlo thought as he could feel his bones ringing from the impact, and Arad smiled. ^Harder than you.^
This wasn't a fight between an orc and a dragon but between two types of void magic, and Arlo wanted to take the lead. As he swung his spear once more at Arad's back, the sharp tip screamed like a dying goat, and when it hit Arad's back, sparks flew everywhere like blinding stars, and then, just like before, what got hit after was Arad's neck.
