The battle between Ulric and Thunderblade spilled across the empty streets of Tempest.
Boom!
An explosion rocked the area as the blue-robed man was sent crashing into the ground. His body carved a deep furrow, micro-fractures racing across the earth as he skidded violently.
When the dust and rubble finally settled, Thunderblade rose to his feet. His blue robe was torn in multiple places, battered and stained. Bruises covered his face.
Yet even through all of it, the sparkling glint of excitement in his eyes remained undeniable. He shook his head, clearing his blurry vision, and watched the black-robed youth walk forward slowly.
An indifferent expression rested on Ulric's face. Not a single scratch marked his body.
Thunderblade's lips twitched slightly.
