The morning gale tore across the rain-swept gravel rooftop, whipping the First Player's dark trench coat in violent ripples.
Fifty feet away, Warden Rexar lunged forward, his twelve-foot frame crushing the roof decking beneath his massive feet.
The obsidian bludgeon descended in a whistling arc of dark lightning, aimed directly at the youth's skull.
"Die under the weight of an elite regional master!" the monster roared, dark lightning arcing from his spiked weapon.
"You are nothing more than a stray dog fighting for scraps in the ruins of a dead world!"
"A stray dog that just stripped away eighty percent of your defense," the First Player countered in a cold, steady tone.
"Let us see how well your bones hold up without your stolen buffs!"
"My base attributes are still ten times greater than any mortal insect!" the titan shrieked, swinging his mace in a horizontal cleave.
"I will pulverize your flesh into red paste across this gravel!"
