The clash between Adam and Nero ended in a flare of light and dust, their last moves colliding with such force that the entire training ground trembled. When the air cleared, Adam was on one knee, his warhammer planted like a pillar, his body scorched and drained. Nero stood above him, sword lowered, fire still faintly dancing along the blade.
The outcome was clear.
"Damn it…" Adam muttered, frustration in his tone, though there was respect in his eyes when he glanced up at Nero.
"You fought well," Nero said simply, offering him a hand. Adam accepted it, and the two clasped forearms like they weren't clashing so fiercely moment ago.
But the sparring was far from over.
As Adam stepped out of the ring, the attention of the group shifted to the next match.
