Tywain's boots exploded against the frozen ground, burning a burst of crimson aura as he lunged forward. "I'm not letting you slip away!" he roared, swinging the massive executioner axe in a lethal horizontal arc meant to bisect Lexel mid-leap.
Lexel didn't dodge further. Mid-air, with absolute, terrifying precision, he simply...
"Heh."
*CLANG!
With a casual flick of his arm, Lexel's silver gauntlet slapped the flat side of the heavy, enchanted steel blade straight away. Sparks exploded into the freezing air as the sheer impulse redirected the massive axe, throwing Tywain's balance into complete disarray.
WHAT?! Tywain's mind screamed in raw, unadulterated shock.
The exact millisecond Lexel's boots touched the packed snow, he burst forward.
Closing the gap in a fraction of a heartbeat, Lexel was already inside Tywain's striking range before the Level 35 Warrior could even lift his weapon.
Lexel unleashed a machine-gun flurry of silver-gauntleted fists.
*BANG! *BANG! *BANG!
