The violent clash between Valan and Nikolai continues, their blows destroying half the floor and pillars with each brutal clash. Nikolai's deformed beast claws dripped with the dark blood of Valan, the undead Great Elder.
'It's amazing how strong his body is.'
"Fuck, the fact you're dead is cheating!"
Valan stood opposite him with his blades extended in front and neon green veins shining across his torn, pale flesh. He took a deep breath, despite no longer needing air and exhaled a dark, purple mist.
"Tsk, what do you mean. In battle one should used everything in their arsenal!"
"... Pretentious prick." Nikolai wiped the blood from his cheek while controlling his unstable breathing. 'We've been fighting for at least ten minutes.' He knew that his stamina couldn't last at this pace, and he either needed to go all out or change the pace.
"Why do you speak such foul words? Volkov. It's unbecoming of people of our standing!"
