Toby and Damion kicked off the ground at the same time, dashing straight ahead with all intents to kill.
Damion's skin itched again, and his brows furrowed in confusion. His mind raced with thoughts of what might be causing the itch, but he ultimately had to drop that and focus on the battle.
A large blue axe of three meters appeared in Toby's hand, and he brandished it diagonally, its massive blade cutting through the wind seamlessly.
Its descent was stalled by a calculated swing from Damion's own flaming sword, and Toby was forced a step back, his wrists ringing from the rebound.
Damion smirked as he moved to the side, letting another axe swing miss him by a hair's breadth. He took in a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a malevolent light as he bashed the flaming club in his hand at Toby's knee.
