Drax gripped his stick tightly. "Come on, then. Or are you afraid, King of Evil—Neraxis?"
Neraxis' knuckles glowed crimson with vital force energy. He laughed, a deep, menacing sound. "You are cocky for a mere ant."
In an instant, Drax moved, slamming his stick down toward Neraxis' head. THUD!
It felt as if Neraxis' skull had been split in two. He screamed, pain and rage burning through him. "You're done!!!"
But Drax was already on the move. BOOM! BOOM! He slammed Neraxis against the wall with crushing force, debris scattering across the battlefield.
Leaping into the sky, Drax murmured, "I will finish this now."
Neraxis laughed, dark and cold. "Good. Good!"
Suddenly, mirror shards erupted from Neraxis' body, slicing through Drax with devastating precision. Boom! Boom! Explosions of force tore through his chest, stopping him mid-motion. Pain seared like fire, ripping through his ribs and muscles.
Before Drax could react, Neraxis was mid-air. Laughing, he compressed his vital force into his fist. ZNGH! The blow slammed into Drax's chest with the precision of a hammer striking a nail.
Yellow Dash: Drax realized too late the technique's genius—Neraxis compressed the vital force in his fist, timing the release perfectly on impact, disrupting his heartbeat, sending pain shooting into every fiber of his body.
Drax was flung into a crumbling building, THUD! THUD! THUD!, each impact cracking stone and splintering wood. His eyes widened, chest burning, pain tearing through him like molten steel—but still, he fought. Still, he stood, clutching his stick, refusing to give in.
The battlefield trembled around them, debris swirling like a storm, dust choking the air. Drax's resolve was the only thing keeping him upright.