"You look uglier than the last time I killed you!" Zion taunted, grinning as he cracked his knuckles. "And weaker!"
Olzak roared, wings flaring wide, charging, but Zion danced around his strikes now, slipping through the gaps with almost insulting ease.
"What's wrong? Demon got soft?"
Olzak snarled, unleashing a demonic blast. Zion deflected it with a rune-enhanced palm strike, the explosion leveling the castle courtyard.
"Maybe you need a hug?" Zion laughed, dodging a tail swipe and answering with a vicious uppercut that rattled Olzak's skull.
It became a blur: fists, wings, claws, flames, lightning, a whirlwind of destruction across the kingdom. Every time Olzak tried to rally, Zion was there first, quicker, sharper, and crueler.
Then, Zion grinned widely.
"You like Thunder Strikes, right?"
Before Olzak could react, Zion struck, a perfect blow to the weak point in Olzak's demonic energy barrier.
White flash.
One.
Olzak staggered, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Two.
