Swoosh!
A sharp horizontal slash cut through the air where Quinn had been standing a second ago.
She twisted on her heel, her body moving with practiced grace. Using the rotation's momentum, she swung her heavy club sideways with both hands, the air trembling under its force.
Oken twirled his sword smoothly, shifting from his missed slash. In one swift motion, the dull edge flipped to the sharp side, ready to meet the oncoming blow.
The moment their weapons met, a thunderous clang rang out.
Sparks, brown from Quinn's aura and crimson from Oken's, erupted where steel met wood, scattering around them like wild fireflies.
The ground beneath them cracked and dented, unable to withstand the pressure.
All around, both orcs and humans had already backed away. No one dared to step closer, the air between Quinn and Oken was thick and dangerous, every clash sending shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield.
