Vic wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tightened his grip on his sword. The holy glow still wrapped around his body, warm and steady, knitting torn muscles and sealing shallow cuts as fast as they appeared.
"Again," he muttered.
The brawler roared and charged first, fists swinging like iron hammers. His gauntlets smashed through the air, each punch creating a dull boom as it cut through space.
Vic met him head-on.
CLANG!
Vic's sword caught the fist sideways, the impact ringing loudly as metal struck metal.
The force sent a shock through Vic's arms, making his fingers sting, but he did not retreat. He twisted his wrist, sliding the blade along the gauntlet, sparks flying as he slashed upward.
The brawler jerked back, then countered with a brutal knee strike.
Chris stepped in.
