Lionel got into a battle stance, his eyes gleaming as his dual stun batons hummed, brimming with intense current.
Meanwhile, his opponents' aura blazed, the atmosphere crackling with power.
All the sidelined guards, not wanting to get in the way of their captain as ordered, marched far backward, giving enough room for the battle to rage.
Lana, brewing in silent rage, took slow ground-sinking steps toward her prey. Suddenly, wind clapped — her figure vanished, reappearing right before the Captain.
Holding her wrathful hammer in one hand raised high, her frame arched backward like the string of a bow stretched, her tendons and muscles pulled taut.
Her glistening bronze skin and well-developed compact muscles bulged, her eyes glowing rich bronze.
Then she let loose, the hammer slamming down with immense force and momentum, intent on crushing her opponent.
