Lemon lifted his head from the rubble, blood trickling down his forehead, stinging his eyes.
His breath was ragged, shallow—but his gaze remained locked on the storm fast approaching.
Like a missile, Argo descended upon him.
The impact exploded around them, sending shockwaves through the crater.
The ground cracked and crumbled beneath the force.
Dust engulfed everything,Argo stood tall in a newly formed hole,Lemon's body hung forward, knees sunken into the fractured earth. Blood dripped from his lips, painting his pale chest in crimson trails,His grin remained.
Without a word, Lemon moved.he surged forward—
The staff blazing in his grip.
He swung—fast and vicious—aiming for Argo's skull.
Argo's body twisted, narrowly evading the arc.
He saw it—the lethal path of the weapon whistling through the air just inches from his head.
The staff reversed mid-spin—
Crack!
It smashed into Argo's face, twisting his head with the impact and forcing him back a few steps.
