The moment the two Champions clashed, the sheer power of the shockwave they caused swept Azrael off his feet.
'Monsters,' he thought, barely managing to cling to the vines, stopping himself from falling off the rock.
He sharpened his focus as much as he could. Yet the only thing he was able to perceive were the afterimages the two Champions left during their clash.
The ground slowly began to crack, the massive rock shaking under their might.
Thick, hard to see—through smoke rose high in the air, obscuring Azrael's view and making it even harder to see.
'Even if it was of his own volition, you have killed a Champion before,' Azrael reassured himself, keeping his nerve calm.
After several agonizing seconds, the clash halted, allowing Azrael to creep in closer.
Just as he suspected, the duel between the two had concluded; the man lay on the ground, his body staining the ground crimson.
