Aren took his stance again, eyes forward. This would be the final round, one that decides if he wins or loses, and as far as this fight has gone, he has been on the losing side.
It looked like they were equally matched, but that was not the case. The Minotaur dominated.
The Minotaur pulled its arm backward and then slashed. The ancient devourer moved through the air like a whip, the head locked onto Aren and came fast.
Shadow tendrils burst out of the ground, wrapping around the sword as it approached, but the sword ripped through them all and still headed for Aren.
"You wanna go, then let's go." Aren roared, pulling back his right arm and throwing a full-powered punch that slammed into the head of the sword.
BOOM!
The air rippled wildly, shock waves ripped out, rocks fell from the impact.
Aren's arm was blasted back, his eyes wide after he felt the unbelievable power inside the head. If not for the fact that he had on a doubled layer of armor, he would have surely suffered.
