The Griffin stared.
Nero vanished.
He appeared above it.
His sword descended.
The Griffin raised its wings.
CLANG!
The blade struck.
The monster was forced downward.
Nero followed.
They fell through the sky.
The fight fight was becoming more intense.
The Griffin recovered.
Its wings opened.
A massive gust stopped its descent.
Nero did the same.
Both hovered again.
They stared at each other.
The fight had changed.
The Griffin had realized something.
Raw Wind attacks wouldn't defeat Nero.
Nero had realized something too.
He couldn't simply overpower the Griffin.
They were both masters of Wind.
The difference would come down to ingenuity.
The Griffin suddenly folded its wings.
The air around its body began spinning.
A massive tornado formed.
Nero watched.
The tornado grew.
Ten meters.
Twenty.
Fifty.
A hundred.
The Griffin disappeared inside it.
The entire sky became a rotating storm.
Nero's clothes whipped violently.
The pressure became immense.
