Bang!
Fyre and Hyzi were slammed into the ground.
Their bodies were filled with wounds, and blood turned the color of their skin red.
But despite being in such a battered state, they still wore joyful expressions because as long as the fight gave them the thrill they wanted, they didn't mind dying at their opponent's hands.
After all, they were from proud races, so dying on the battlefield was the most honorable end they could ask for.
"Hyzi, she is so damn strong!" Fyre praised Lyria. "It seems like we will die at her hands soon."
"Well, she gave me an exciting fight, so I'm fine dying at her hands." They had fought fairly, so Hyzi accepted the outcome of their fight.
"You are right. Haha." Fyre laughed loudly. "Dying on the battlefield at the hands of a strong enemy, isn't this the best ending we could ask for?"
"Well, let's attack her for the last time." Hyzi forced himself to stand up.
"Yeah." Fyre rose to his feet, too.
