"Ha. Pathetic… is this all the love you have for Jobe?"
"Shut up!"
Steel clashed with steel, despite both blades being forged from darkness. Their movements blurred as they held their ground, shadowy swords meeting with impacts that sent bone-creaking echoes through the air.
Raiden had no patience for Deathsight's arrogance as he mocked his devotion to his brother Jobe, releasing a maniacal laugh. Raiden's blood boiled hotter by the second.
He knew he wasn't thinking rationally, rooted in place as the thought of wasting even a moment without attacking Ling disgusted him. But this was his pride, his love for his brother.
Yet, despite the Poison Dragon's massive blade, every strike was deflected. The precision and power behind each shadowy blow that sliced through the air, the force of their collision making Raiden's body scream with pain.
