The six fists formed twelve as they collided against each other, scattering crackling bolts of chaos in all directions. The two remained at a stalemate, their mutual elements clashing.
Liam's chaos hissed against Ravaak's.
His was purer than the Ashura's!
But Ravaak's physical strength was off the charts. Liam was getting pushed back, his feet sliding over the stones. He was being towered over.
And that was when Ravaak gave a roar a few inches away from Liam's face. Even having anticipated it and disabling his hearing, Liam couldn't stop the vibrations from wreaking havoc to his insides.
He coughed up a mouthful of white blood, but he didn't budge.
He took a soft step back, pivoted and let Ravaak stagger forward, taken aback by the sudden lack of resistance. Then, clasping six arms into one, he hammered the back of Ravaak's head.
His head jolted downward with a mighty force, and Liam could swear he heard a crack amidst the riot.
