The clash between Avel and Zuriel intensified with each passing moment, the air crackling with energy as their blades clashed in a symphony of steel. Avel moved with the speed and agility of a predator, his every movement calculated and precise as he danced around Zuriel's onslaught.
The beings attacks were relentless, each strike carrying the weight of its otherworldly fury. Avel's crystal blade sang as it parried blow after blow, the force of each collision sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
As Zuriel lunged forward with a vicious overhead strike, Avel's instincts kicked in, and he dove to the side with lightning-fast reflexes. Zuriels blade whistled through the air, narrowly missing Avel's neck as he rolled to his feet, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
With each passing moment, the battle grew fiercer, the combatants locked in a deadly dance of death. Avel's eyes burned with determination as he tapped into the raw power of destruction that coursed through his veins. His movements became a blur as he unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one aimed with deadly precision at Zuriel's vulnerable points.
But Zuriel was no slouch, its wings leaving behind a trail of brilliant light as it matched Avel's speed and ferocity blow for blow. The beings attacks were relentless, its movements fluid and unpredictable as it sought to overwhelm Avel with sheer brute force.
Yet still, Avel refused to yield, his resolve unbreakable as he fought tooth and nail against his formidable opponent. With each clash of their blades, he could feel the power of destruction coursing through him, fuelling his every movement with an unstoppable force. As the battle raged on, the landscape around them seemed to blur into a kaleidoscope of colours, the very fabric of reality warping and shifting with each strike. Avel's senses were heightened, his focus razor-sharp as he fought with everything he had, determined to emerge victorious against the monstrous entity before him.
As the brief pause in the battle allowed for a moment of respite, Avel's mind raced with thoughts of strategy. With a swift motion, he extended his hand, and from the ether emerged a black sun, its ominous presence casting shadows across the fractured landscape. The emergence of this dark celestial body echoed with a booming, thunderous intensity that reverberated through the very fabric of reality.
With a determined glare, Avel hurled the black sun toward Zuriel, his intent clear: to strike down his formidable opponent. But to his astonishment and dismay, Zuriel deflected the attack effortlessly, sending the black sun hurtling into the distance with a forceful display of power. The sight filled Avel with a sense of dread as he realized the sheer might of his adversary. Zuriel exuded a presence of overwhelming strength, and Avel could feel himself being pushed to his limits.
In the ensuing clash, Zuriel's onslaught intensified, his movements swift and precise as he relentlessly pressed his advantage. Avel fought with all his might, but the Dominion's power was undeniable. With each strike, Avel felt the sting of Zuriel's blows, his body bruised and battered as he struggled to keep pace.
Blood trickled from a gash on Avel's brow, his vision momentarily obscured by the crimson haze. The pain served as a stark reminder of the perilous nature of their confrontation, and Avel knew that he could ill afford to falter.
As Avel's eyes darted around the fractured landscape, searching for any advantage he could seize upon, his mind raced with possibilities. Amidst the chaos of battle, a flicker of realization ignited within him—a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of their confrontation. Could that be it?
Avel pondered silently to himself as his gaze locked onto Zuriel, the formidable Dominion who stood before him with an aura of menacing power. Avel knew that facing Zuriel head-on was a futile endeavour—he needed a different approach, a strategy that would allow him to leverage his strength in a way that could turn the tide of the battle. With a decisive motion, Avel dropped his crystal blade to the ground, a symbolic gesture of his readiness to engage Zuriel on his own terms. To his surprise, Zuriel mirrored his actions, relinquishing his own weapon with a silent acknowledgment of the challenge before them.
In the absence of their weapons, Avel braced himself for the brutal hand-to-hand combat that was about to unfold. Every muscle in his body tensed as he prepared to give it his all, drawing upon every ounce of strength and determination within him.
As the clash unfolded, Avel's movements were a blur of speed and precision, each strike guided by instinct and honed skill. With every blow, he sought to exploit the smallest openings in Zuriel's defences, driving forward with relentless determination. Zuriel, however, proved to be a formidable opponent, his movements fluid and effortless as he countered Avel's attacks with uncanny speed and strength. Each blow landed with bone-jarring force, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through Avel's body.
Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Avel refused to yield. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he pushed himself to the limit, drawing upon reserves of energy he never knew he had. His muscles burned with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep pace with Zuriel's relentless assault.
But as the battle raged on, Avel's determination only grew stronger. With a primal roar, he launched himself forward, unleashing a torrent of blows upon Zuriel with unbridled fury. Each strike landed with pinpoint accuracy, driving Zuriel back step by step until, at last, the beings knee faltered and he found himself kneeling before Avel.
Not wasting this moment, Avel extended his hand down to the great being. "You're a great fighter, Zuriel," he began, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Memories of the inscription on the scroll flashed through his mind – "Glory be to the great Zuriel" – a testament to the being's prowess and nobility.
But if it was going to work he needed to be in a position of power to do it.