Flames covered a vast area. There were trace remnants of blood scattered everywhere with destroyed trees and dirt upheaved, adding the smell of soil to an already bad cocktail.
Standing a few feet away from each other, Damian and Andrew were panting, a hard battle having took place. Sweat running down both of their faces.
Damian was losing his grip on his axes, leaning on a tree and Andrew held his hands out, ready to cast another spell if need be.
Surprisingly neither were in their demonic transformations.
Damian suddenly leaned off of the tree standing up. "Let's end this."
Andrew smirked, Beginning to gather most of his mana into a single attack. But being cautious, he looked to Damian only to see him walk away.
"Man, I could eat."
Andrew dropped everything he was doing.
It seemed he requested to end the fight immediately.
"You serious?
"Yes. I'm tired and my stomach doesn't lie. It seems beer is the only thing that can be eaten early morning."
