The monster of a punch blurred toward Amaranth's face. Fury filled the immortals eyes as he twisted into a boxing bob and weave.. a fraction of a second too slow. The unexpected addition of metal bending was his undoing and the one ton punch knocked him across the office and slammed him into the wall. Pictures and certifications clattered onto the floor and drywood crumbled- saving the ancient warrior from a terrible impact as his brothers hammer cratered the entire office floor. Shards of tile erupted everywhere and concrete dust filled the room.
Pure hatred pounded through his veins. He was clenching his fists so hard it hurt. Berserk fury filled him and he crossed the room with the snap of dust and air. Pulverizing power filled both fists and he unleashed them; a left cross flickered toward Myrmidon's mask followed a heartbeat later by a left hook to the kidney. The ancient crusader doubled power shots as easily and intuitively as most tied their shoes, the high left low left combo intended to open his foes body for the cruel three ton hook- which itself was merely the setup for a titanic right cross targeting that hateful crimson mask. Every inch of Amaranth's body blurred as he twisted into the final blow, an insane strength infusing him as molten rage ran through his heart.
Myrmidon stood tall his monstrous frame striding over towards the downed warrior, his fists clenched in outright gleeful enjoyment of battle not remembering the last time he and Amaranth had fought. Without warning, another overly overbearing combination of elegantly displayed battle perfectionism viciously tore through the air connecting once more with Myrmidons crimson mask reducing it into nothing, instantaneously decimated from his face, a kidney shot collapsed said kidney any armor in the area was destroyed without hope of survival.
The three ton hook came in, his reactionary prowess allowed his physical body to surmount the devastating pain thriving from within his heart at the very moment of battle, his mind thinking of nothing else, the three ton hook indeed connected as his own fingers darted forwards, multiple straight finger jabs attempted to connect upon the ancient warriors gigantic frame utilizing key Vespa orientated strikes, targeting a select few of Amaranths chakra points within his body temporarily cutting off the flow of physical power to his movements inducing a type of temporary paralysis, if only for a second. Regardless of said move, Myrmidon sunk downwards into the ground the floor swallowing him whole avoiding the last attack, at the same time his palm shot outwards trying to grasp Amaranths leg and pull him into the ground and stop at the waist.
Myrmidon then fully submerged himself into the ground, reappearing at the other end of the room, coughing blood and hunched over in near fatal agony, needing to flee the battle - this was not an assassination attempt. Merely a warning. As a final attack, he raised his shaky palm levitating the Xanthium hammer once more and flung it towards of the hopefully stuck, and paralyzed Amaranth with force enough to destroy even the highest grade military tanks. And then, Myrmidon vanished into the ground once more, feeling for his life.
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