The forest trembled - not from wind, but from the weight of two forces reshaping reality between them. Trees bent like supplicants bowing to rival gods, their roots groaning as the earth fractured beneath footsteps that carried the gravity of continents.
Eryndar and Vaeren moved through the devastation like opposing truths made flesh—one the unyielding mountain, the other the unstoppable landslide. Stone and shadow. Stillness and silence. Neither yielding, neither breaking, though the world around them shattered with each collision.
Vaeren struck first this ti—his body moving with impossible economy, every ounce of mass and montum distilled into a single principle: pierce, disable, vanish. His palms glowed with dark-green Essentia so concentrated it humd at the edges of Towan's vision, the energy shaped into scalpels of pure force.
Eryndar caught the blow on his forearm, grounding the impact through his stance and into the waiting earth. A visible pulse of ochre energy radiated outward through the soil in concentric rings, each blade of grass standing rigid for a heartbeat before settling.
(He's not even bracing - just redirecting. Like the hit was always ant to go there.)
"Slower," Vaeren observed, the clinical assessnt carrying no mockery. "You're still holding back."
A straight jab followed the words. Eryndar deflected with the barest tilt of his torso, using the motion to shift their battlefield—roots erupting in precise formations to channel Vaeren's movent like water through a sluice.
The shadowy fighter flowed through the obstacles, always one step ahead, always adapting. "Because of the boy."
Eryndar's silence spoke volus. The montary flick of his eyes toward Towan's last position lasted less than a heartbeat.
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It was enough.
Vaeren changed—not his position, but his very relationship to space itself. One instant before Eryndar, the next behind him, elbow driving into the kidney with piston-force. The impact sent Eryndar skidding forward, twin furrows tearing open in the forest floor beneath his boots.
"So predictable," Vaeren murmured, already resetting his stance.
Eryndar turned, soil crumbling from his shoulders. "And yet," he rumbled, "you're still here."
They clashed again—not as n now, but as embodied principles of nature. Eryndar's palm t earth; stone erupted in a jagged arc that would have bisected a fortress wall. Vaeren leapt, twisting mid-air to lance downward with a precise Essentia strike that split the attack like kindling.
But when his feet touched ground, Eryndar was gone.
A hand closed around Vaeren's ankle—Eryndar having sunk beneath the earth mid-exchange, the trap set and sprung in the space between breaths.
(Got you.)
Vaeren's smile was the coldest thing in the forest. "You forgot step two."
His Essentia flared—not in explosion but perfect, asured resonance. The ground shattered in a fractal pattern, each crack propagating exactly far enough to break Eryndar's grip without wasting an ounce of energy.
They separated, landing precisely ten ters apart, the distance itself feeling like part of their duel.
Eryndar exhaled—a slow, asured release. (He's adapted. Faster. More efficient. Like he's been rebuilt since our last eting.)
Vaeren straightened his collar, the mundane gesture sohow more unsettling than any combat stance. "I'm not here to win," he stated, voice flat as a surgeon's scalpel. "Just to occupy."
The realization struck Eryndar like one of Vaeren's blows. This wasn't a battle—it was a distraction. Vaeren didn't need victory, just enough ti for Seriah to...
A distant concussion of Essentia echoed through the trees. The fight with Towan had begun in earnest.
Eryndar's fist clenched, small pebbles levitating around it as the earth responded to his fury.
"You underestimate him."
Vaeren's answering smile held all the warmth of a grave marker. "No. I've asured him. Tracked every step since Leon's fall." His stance shifted—minimal, efficient, perfect. "I know exactly what he is."
The forest held its breath.
"And exactly how long he'll last."
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