Strax let out a long, tired sigh as he remained seated on one of the destroyed blocks of the main arena. Small fragments of metal still slowly trickled from the ceiling due to the constant shockwaves that coursed through the entire hall. Honestly, at that point, he didn't even know why he still tried to understand certain women around him. There was clearly some kind of collective failure of reasoning among creatures too powerful.
Because it simply didn't make sense.
On the other side of the arena, Lithara and Albedo were literally trying to rip each other's souls out with their fists.
No refined magic.
No complex techniques.
No demonic elegance.
Just sincere physical violence.
And absurdly destructive.
