"Krivex, Aren, Skarn, you handle the other three. The rest of you, clean up the rest of this mess!"
"You got it!" Skarn replied, already charging forward with his twin axes blazing with earth mana.
Skitz tightened his grip on his blades, his voice low. "I've been waiting for this fight," he murmured. "Though I'm disappointed… that you've turned into this."
In a flash, Skitz disappeared. The air cracked as he reappeared right in front of the High Priest, his twin blades clashing against the creature's hardened scales with a thunderous boom that echoed through the forest.
The ground cracked beneath their feet as Skitz's blades met the High Priest's scaled fists. The two moved in blinding speed, exchanging dozens of strikes within seconds.
The High Priest fought barehanded, its fists and forearms reinforced by jagged scales sharp enough to pierce steel.
One solid hit connected, its fist slammed into Skitz's guard and sent him sliding back.
