Zeke moved first, faster than thought and sound. The ground cracked beneath his feet as demonic power detonated through his muscles and launched him forward in a red-hot blur aimed straight at Alcaeus's throat.
Alcaeus smiled and caught Zeke by the face.
His palm slammed into Zeke's features with enough force to send a shockwave ripping outward that could flatten debris and bodies alike.
Zeke's feet left the ground as he was driven backwards, his spine carving a trench through broken stone and corpses before he finally slammed into a tree.
The impact should have pulverised him. It should have left the past Zeke trying to get back on his feet, but the current Zeke coughed once, spat blood, and laughed.
Then, he kicked off the rubble and came back swinging, his fist glowing with demonic heat as he slammed it into Alcaeus's ribs with a concussive blast loud enough to sound like thunder.
