The room seemed to tremble under the impact of the monstrous blows exchanged between Lazare and Belgaroth. Each of their exchanges released terrifying shock waves, distorting the air, fracturing the stone walls, making the floor itself vibrate. Belgaroth's ardent flames crackled around him, snaking along his massive arms, carving trails of fire on the ground. His arrogant, almost savage smile never left his face as he swung his fists like war hammers, each blow releasing an incandescent wave.
Lazare dodged, his movements subtly deflecting the energy, compressing the air around him to propel himself with millimetric movements. The flames never touched him directly, turning away around him, sometimes exploding in bursts of light. But Belgaroth, far from being annoyed, seemed to be enjoying this incessant ballet.
- "So this is the best humans have to offer?" he mocked, his rumbling voice resonating throughout the room. "Running... hiding... playing the dancing shadows."
