BOOM.
Punch reformed out of the explosion behind her, Metal folded over his body as he morphed into a colossal war titan, a brutal war axe clutched in his fist, as he looked ready to split her skull into two parts.
Jasmine landed— then dragged herself back up... recruiting back from the blast, her hair was whipped by the heat, wings flickering with dust already weak. She looked shaken, but not ready to back down.
Punch came crashing down from above, his massive iron frame shaking the sand as he landed hard. His war axe arced downward in a brutal swing, meant to cleave straight through her.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!" he roared, bringing the weapon down with crushing force.
Jasmine didn't leap away, instead— she stepped in.
Her hand shot out, seizing the haft of the axe mid-swing. The crowd gasped. Punch froze for half a heartbeat, stunned. Her wings were already damaged— shredded and useless,but her eyes held something new.
