The sound of the clashes echoed like thunder in succession, each impact reverberating off the crater's shattered walls. The ground was no longer firm—chunks of stone floated for a few moments before being pulverized by the pressure of the fight.
Samira lunged forward in a low spin, her tail slashing through the air with enough force to topple a tree. Dutch blocked with his sword, but the impact sank his feet several inches into the molten earth. The white flames reacted as if they were alive, spreading across the ground and trying to climb up his daughter's legs.
She leaped back, avoiding the fire's touch, and in midair, she twisted her body to launch a downward kick. Dutch raised his sword vertically, the white metal gleaming like a piece of star, and the block generated another wave of energy that swept away all the dust on the field.
