Max didn't move until the last moment. Then—one step to the side. Just a single pivot on his heel. The massive blade crashed into the arena where he'd just stood, exploding in a shockwave of wind and darkness—but Max was already inside the blast.
His blade shimmered, caught the gust, and redirected it with one smooth vertical stroke. The winds buckled, twisted, and—vanished, like the fury of a storm blocked by the stillness of a mountain.
"Take another!" Korbin's teeth clenched. "Dark Wing Fang!" he howled, drawing every ounce of demonic energy into the edge of his sword, which now glowed blood red.
With a savage roar, he dashed toward Max, the blade dragging against the ground, carving a glowing black line as it built momentum—until, with explosive force, he unleashed a forward stab that shattered the ground beneath, sending a black fang-shaped wave of destruction screaming forward, its edges bristling with jagged, cursed energy meant to pierce through anything it touched.
