Neo POV
Neo and Tartarus stood still.
Silence stretched between them.
Then, suddenly they moved.
Neo used All-Shadow and vanished into a shadow.
Tartarus' spear grew thousands of miles in an instant and drove into the space he'd just left.
Neo reappeared behind him, sword already mid-swing.
Sparks flew. Steel rang.
Tartarus spun, parried, and raised his palm.
A circle of distorted time expanded from him, freezing the cracking earth, and warping the clouds above.
Neo moved anyway. He slid into a nearby shadow.
He emerged on a cliff now shattered by their clash, stepped forward, and twisted space to appear back beside Tartarus.
They exchanged a thousands of blows in a breath. Each strike chipped away at the mountain they stood on. The cliffs crumbled into the ground.
Neither of them slowed.
Tartarus suddenly used the distorted orb of time again.
Time slowed.
The spear flew towards Neo.
Neo felt his Blessing drawing power from him, and activate.
