Both parties stared at each other, then at their subordinates fighting.
They knew without doubt that their fight would affect those inside.
Two Marshal-rank fighters was nothing to scoff at, even the warehouse could be levelled easily under their combined might.
With that understanding, they left the entire premises, their bodies shooting into the sky as if gravity had no influence over them.
Both fighters were locked in a fierce staring contest.
"I should tell you my name, since it is only right," the official said, breaking the stare. "I am Han."
"What should I do with a dead man's name?" Bryan said, his tone laced with pure hatred.
"Oh, we will see who dies soon," Han said, his muscles coiling mid-air.
Bryan was ready.
Boom.
Like rockets, they both lunged toward each other, the wind groaning from the force of their movement.
Han struck first. His greatsword tore through the air in a horizontal slash aimed to cleave through Bryan's torso.
