Two-Man War(2)

Apeiron already seemed to be walking on the edge of death; RIchard would kill her with one strike, but half a dozen full-powered attacks had failed to take him down. She had to acknowledge him as a frightening threat, only tempered by the fact that he wasn’t completely there yet. His body was already mangled, and despite each strike not hurting him too much they were stacking up. In her eyes, he already didn’t have any strength left to do battle. Once his speed started to dip, she would win easily.

Richard’s own gaze landed on his opponent’s arm. The originally awful wound had already healed a good deal, a purple cloud of chaotic energy bubbling up from the bones to nourish her flesh. This could be considered an advantage she had earned...