"Stop! Stop nowww!" the Khan roared in anger as he rushed into the sky, where Nihilus stood, and brandished his sword at him.
Clank!
A dark katana, its blackness like it had been forged from the night itself, met with the gladius in the Khan's hand.
The fight erupted amidst the bombardment from the city. The Khan was frantic and panicked. He was afraid that if he didn't end this fight quickly, all of his people who came for war might die under the relentless assault.
Flashes of blades lit up the night as the Khan went all out from the start. His gladius burst into flame and struck at Nihilus, but... like an adult toying with children, Nihilus parried the gladius at its weakest point and diverted the flame with only a slight shift of his body.
"What!?" the Khan exclaimed in disbelief. He never imagined his skill would be this ineffective. But this moment of shock gave his enemy the opening he needed.
