Two streaks of light darted across the landscape at world blinding speed, their feet scarcely grazing the ground before vanishing and reappearing in another location.
Fists clashed.
Palms struck.
Legs collided.
Knees met with thunderous force.
Each movement unfolded in a relentless sequence, an elegant, yet lethal dance of precision and power as their bodies connected in a storm of devastating blows.
Neither of them drew upon any form of energy.
No mana.
No chaos.
No spiritual force.
And yet, they matched each other with absurd ease, effortless, unrelenting.
Space fractured with every sudden appearance.
The wind howled in protest.
The very air ripped apart.
But they did not falter.
They did not blink.
Their gazes locked, sharp, unflinching.
In one, amusement flickered like firelight.
In the other, a chilling stillness reigned.
With another sickening boom, their strikes collided once more.
