"No. I will not accept this." Damon gritted his teeth and continued fighting. There was something beyond his reach. He was sure of it, but he had a feeling that he could reach forward and grab it. This win was not beyond his reach.
He was already far too deep into this fight, and he was not going to give up now.
Every time Damon's fist landed, the broodmother's flesh exploded into clouds of black-green mist, only for it to knit back together seconds later. Her regeneration was obscene.
The desert quaked beneath their clash, an endless, grinding storm of venom and fury. Rivers of toxin flowed like veins through the cracked wasteland. The dunes screamed as the ground dissolved into a lake of venom.
"Damn it," Damon hissed through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse with strain. It was not as if he could continue with this forever. Fighting with his other elements was also not getting him anywhere.
