Each fist carried enough power to level a small island, to obliterate hills. The strength in their legs could launch them far beyond the clouds with a single leap—yet they remained grounded.
They exchanged nothing but fists. Defense was abandoned entirely, as if it were an afterthought. For the first few minutes, they simply punched the hell out of each other. And with every impact, the atmosphere itself tore apart, birthing tempests that scattered in every direction.
'... Insane bastards.'
Alpha cursed under her breath, her body slowly regenerating as she limped over to Beta—her dear brother, broken and brutalized by the dragon.
He wouldn't be able to fight again. Not for a long while. He would need an ocean of blood to restore his muscles and strength. Both she and her brother had been completely overwhelmed by that dragon. He didn't fight like any dragon she had ever seen.
