Michael and Clyde broke into motion.
Their blades met again and again. Flashes of gold, silver, black, and red colliding in bursts of power that ruptured the air.
Michael swung downward with a shout. His radiant blade screaming.
Clyde met it with Elderglass sword, his arm surging with black lightning.
CLANG!
The force of their clash sent a shockwave rippling through the surrounding, cracking a nearby island of floating stone into fragments.
Then Clyde twisted his body and brought Dusksorrow sword in a vicious arc from below.
Michael move midair, narrowly deflecting it with a golden barrier that cracked from the impact.
Sparks of silver and crimson fire scattered in every direction.
They fought like storms of destruction.
Michael's wings burned brighter as he pushed harder. His movements were pure speed and fury now because we didn't hold back anymore.
Trails of holy light streaked behind him as he slashed, stabbed, and spun through the black mist Clyde exuded.
