Even seasoned fighters faltered with the balance stolen by the dissonance.
Nioh had turned the arena into a soundscape of war.
And he was the composer
The arena roared like a beast unchained, surging with excitement as the six warriors clashed in three separate duels, their energies colliding like storms on a warpath. Stone and steel sang, and elemental forces ignited the air with tension. At the heart of the chaos, the three members of the Fangs stood defiant against the nobility's chosen—squires groomed by monarchs themselves.
Akron met Nuggart head-on like a charging beast.
The stage groaned beneath their weight as they collided—fist against hammer, muscle against might. Nuggart swung her colossal weapon down in a deadly arc, and Akron caught it with both arms, bracing his legs into the ground like rooted stone. The impact cracked the floor around him, but he didn't budge.
"Not bad," Nuggart growled, eyes wide with excitement.
