The clash shook the ground, sending splinters of rock flying in all directions.
Rain hammered down, turning the battlefield into mud and chaos.
The First Brother swung his crimson blade again, but Goldie blocked with one arm, sending him staggering back.
"Is that all you've got?!" the First Brother roared, blood dripping down his face.
His aura boiled, crimson energy surging from his body, his wolf screaming in fury.
In a flash of red shadow, faster than before, he rushed at Goldie, slashing with his blade.
Goldie didn't meet the strike head-on this time. It sidestepped, turned, and with lightning speed, grasped the red wolf's tail.
Seeing this, the First Brother didn't hesitate. He slashed toward his own wolf's tail, severing it without mercy, and vanished back into the storm.
Only afterimages of crimson flickered around Goldie, striking like phantoms.
