A clash of fire and ice in the sky up above, and a clash of blood and ice on the ground.
A rift in the world to the side, and in the middle of it all, stood two who paid attention to nothing but themselves, locked in a fight that was ruining everything around them.
Victor, the vampire, launched a fierce offense, giving Alan no time to cast his spells, and forcing him to either engage in a physical brawl. And while Alan was confident in a physical brawl, he was hesitant.
He may be overpowered in strength without using aura, but even in the realm of technique, he only had a slight edge. Furthermore, what was making him wary was the constant attempts at trying to make him bleed.
Victor was not going for punches, kicks, tackles, throws or any of those kinds of attacks... But rather trying to aim for a cut. His prolonged nails were continuously trying to cut his skin.
