Martin and NukEncore faced each other yet again.
She did not look nearly as confident this time, not with the weapon in Martin's right hand. It was the blue crystal warhammer that had pierced through the Goblin Boss. The flat face looked brutal, and the spike looked even worse. Her eyes kept flicking between the two as her mind painted one ugly image after another of that thing slamming into her face.
She paled.
Martin looked different too. Excitement lit up his face as he gripped the warhammer and ran through the new plan in his head, one bold enough that it only made sense in immersive virtual reality. His wide smile gave him the look of a bully, especially with NukEncore standing across from him with a shaky smile of her own.
At last, Kill Clause called the start. "Begin the spar."
Martin charged.
"Don't come!" NukEncore shouted. Flames burst above her palms, turning into fireballs that she hurled as fast as she could.
