The battlefield was a hellscape of broken earth and crimson mist, but Bruno stood tall amidst the wreckage. Blood oozed from gashes on his arms and face, his armor dented and torn. His breaths were ragged, but his spirit blazed ever brighter. He raised his battered body once more, compressing his King's Presence into each muscle, each heartbeat, each swing of his mighty arm.
"I am not done yet," Bruno growled, voice hoarse but unbroken.
He launched himself forward, closing the gap between him and Reis in a blur of power. Bruno's greatsword hummed violently, a condensed mass of King's Presence swirling around its blade like a storm.
Reis grinned darkly, matching the move. His sword, adorned with intricate ice patterns, began to pulse with his own explosive King's Presence, cold and lethal. He took a stance, his blade gleaming menacingly.
Their swords clashed.
CRASH!
