Atrox smiled. "The goal is to kill each other, right?"
Thrain growled. He raised his hand and then crouched fast, his palm striking the ground like a drum. The earth shuddered, rippling like the surface of a lake.
Atrox was thrown forward as the ground moved like the face of a wave. He tried to balance himself, but it was like trying to walk on the surface of a stormy sea.
But Thrain had no such problem. He walked as if it were normal ground. He even leaped and jumped forward, his sword swinging with an easy arc.
Atrox was doing his best not to fall. He did not have the time to deal with Thrain. He ignited the space around him with raging fire to keep his brother away.
But Thrain did not have to come close to attack. He condensed wind to extend around and in front of his sword. It was long enough to reach Atrox.
