Blazren walked slowly toward the center of the scorched battlefield.
His boots crunched over the broken ground, stepping past the burned corpses of mutants.
Zain didn't turn around.
He kept his sword lowered, the blade pointed straight at Drask.
Blazren's voice broke the silence.
"You've roughed him up that much," he said, stopping a few feet away.
"Time to switch it up."
Zain finally turned his head, just enough to glance at Blazren. His eyes were calm.
"Switch it up?" he asked. "I haven't even started yet."
Drask growled, pushing himself back onto both feet.
His claws scraped the ground. His body twitched as his [Rage Overflow] surged.
His eyes glowed yellow, sharper, angrier.
"You think you've won?" he snapped. "I'm not done!"
He roared and activated [Feral Shade Shift] again.
His form darkened, cloaked in flickering shadow energy.
His body looked bigger, faster. Black afterimages trailed every movement.
"I'll rip both of you apart!"
