They came to a clearing in the forest a couple of kilometres from the city, the same one Alaric and Eva had come from.
Facing each other, Alaric in his blue robe, while Hundao in a white robe, fluttering in the direction of the wind.
Everything was quiet until it was not.
To an onlooker, it would seem that in one breathtaking instant, the two figures vanished from sight. A thunderous shockwave erupted in their wake, rippling violently outward and sending the tall grasses and ancient trees swaying and trembling as though the very earth itself recoiled from their sudden clash.
Both combatants were fierce brawlers, exchanging blows at speeds that seemed to blur the air itself. Fists cracked through the space between them with a force that made the ground tremble.
