A moment of silence, then the two rushed towards each other simultaneously, their boots stepping into the mud, sending splashes flying as their weapons clashed, red and black figures swirling beneath the gray sky, the silver-white lance blade howling and lifting, bringing forth a spray of blood, the crimson battle banner scattering a large swath of red glow, spattering bright red adornments.
Angelina raised the Abyssal White Flower above her head, the spiral-like sharp wind coiling around the lance's edge, stabbing directly down towards Chichu Hong, who remained unfazed, her wrist flipping, force spreading from the wrist to the flag pole, the flag tip spinning rapidly, red fish rotating around the white flower, combining hardness and softness, pulling the sharp lance blade into the soft folds of the flag.
