Darok rises to his feet, cracking his knuckles as a storm of tension radiates off him. Dust swirls around his boots, kicked up by the lingering impacts of the battlefield.
Darok: "It's time I get serious now."
Vamos' eyes flare, his icy aura radiating like a living frost.
Vamos: "Tch—you!?"
Darok lunges with a heavy hook, fist slicing through the smoky air. Vamos tilts his head back just enough—the hook misses. But Darok's feint is deadly precise; he grabs Vamos' collar, pivots, and slams him onto the ground. The impact sends a shockwave through the dirt beneath them.
Vamos: "Shit! My guard… wide open!"
Darok rains down fists like a hammerstorm, each strike hammering Vamos' face with brutal force. The air crackles with the collision of their auras, dust and small rocks flying as blood spatters across the battlefield. Vamos grits his teeth, using his legs to push Darok back, rising with blood trickling from his nose.
Vamos: "Is this… my blood?"
While his focus wavers, Darok lands a crushing hook to the jaw followed by a punishing uppercut. Vamos staggers, disappearing from sight in a blink.
Darok: "He's fast… where the hell—?"
A chilling voice pierces the chaos:
Vamos: "Behind you."
In an instant, Vamos locks a rear naked choke on Darok, veins bulging, aura radiating an icy pressure so intense the ground beneath them seems to crack. The wind howls, and the remaining fighters freeze at the display of pure killing intent.
Darok doesn't flinch. With a controlled burst of strength, he loosens the hold slightly, grabs Vamos' arm, and slams him down with brutal force. Dust explodes around them, echoing like distant thunder.
Vamos: "Tch… u bastard!"
The battlefield shakes with their clashing presence. Blood drips, fists pound, and every movement creates ripples in the smoke-heavy air. Both fighters rise, eyes locked, chests heaving, bloodied but unbroken—the world around them falling away as only their fight exists in that frozen moment.