Alex, on the other hand, was a storm incarnate. His body surged with energy, arcs of lightning dancing wildly across his frame. Each movement crackled with thunderous power, the air around him charged with a deadly, electric hum.
His fists moved like lightning bolts, faster than the eye could track, each punch tearing through the air with a booming roar that left shockwaves in its wake.
The two forces clashed at a speed beyond comprehension, their fists meeting mid-air again and again, each impact releasing bursts of light and shadow that illuminated the darkened sky.
Mountains crumbled, the seas trembled, and even the heavens seemed to groan under the sheer pressure of their power.
But as the fight dragged on, it became clear who was losing.
Kyle's body was being battered mercilessly across the battlefield. Each time he tried to counter, Alex's fist or kick would connect, hurling him through the sky like a broken comet.
