Thalos' eyes vision was filled with white after fighting Lethel for just a couple of minutes. It was like trying to stare at the sun
His shoulders were heavy for the first time in months, and the heat singed every hair from his arms. Even when the man wasn't attacking, you could feel the heat rolling from him.
This was definitely the strongest opponent he had fought in about seven years, and winning this would take everything he had.
But that was always how it was when he fought people in higher Ranks.
As long as they weren't too far above you, it came down to who was better prepared for the fight. Marrowbiter was deadlier than Lethel's cloak that could block some attacks. And Lethel knew this, so even with the cloak, he didn't let Thalos get close.
Fire danced through the air, brief flashes of white, so bright and fast that you'd think Lethel was throwing lightning bolts at Thalos, who was equally as fast, moving in violent bursts of energy.
