Elara gasped, leaning forward in excitement. "He dodged it! He dodged it!"
Helius glided backward, twisting lightly as he raised his sword. Flames wrapped around the blade viciously like a snake.
"Your swings are too heavy, Draxton."
Draxton let out a low chuckle. "Then let me crush you faster!"
Another surge of fire erupted from beneath him as he charged forward again.
Their blades collided again and again.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
Each strike was infused with fire, turning the arena into a swirling battlefield of sparks and burning arcs.
Helius wielded his sword like a flexible whip, his flame was thin and sharp like a burning wind.
On the other hand, Draxton's flame roared violently, thick and explosive like molten magma.
The contrast made their fight feel like two different worlds of fire clashing.
