Arthur and Legia fought like forces of nature.
They were both warriors, each punch from them was a thunderclap, each block an earthquake, each movement reshaped the battlefield around them.
Arthur's fist connected with Legia's jaw, a blow that would have shattered a mountain. Legia's head snapped sideways, but he countered, his massive hand closing around Arthur's arm, yanking him forward into a knee.
Arthur didn't stop, his other fist came up a hook that caught Legia's head, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Legia stumbled, but he was already swinging, his fist connecting with Arthur's helmet.
The impact detonated.
Explosive energy erupted from the point of contact, a blast that would have vaporized anything in its path. Arthur's head snapped back, his shadow helmet cracked. His body was driven into the ground, carving a trench that stretched for hundreds of meters.
Legia straightened, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with feral rage.
"Stay down," he snarled.
Arthur rose, his helmet was cracked but his eyes burned with an intensity that made Legia's blood run cold.
"Is that all?" Arthur asked.
He attacked.
His fists became a blur, a storm of violence that Legia could barely track, let alone block. Each punch landed with a devastating force, each blow driving the Giant Monarch back, back, back.
Legia tried to counter. His fist connected with Arthur's chest, a blow that would have killed anything else. Arthur didn't even slow down.
His own fist connected with Legia's jaw.
CRACK.
The sound was sickening, a wet, grinding crack that echoed across the battlefield. Legia's jaw broke, his head snapping sideways, blood spraying from his mouth.
He stumbled backward, his hand rising to his face, his eyes wide with disbelief.
'Impossible..' he thought. 'Me... losing in a contest of raw strength?'
Arthur's smile was visible even behind his cracked helmet.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "Is that doubt I'm sensing? I thought you were very proud and confident in your own power."
Legia's eyes blazed.
"Shut up!"
He lunged.
And Arthur met him head on.
Their fists met in the center of the battlefield, a clash that sent shockwaves across the dimension, that cracked the frozen ground.
And then Arthur's shadows shifted.
Three forms emerged from the darkness behind him, coalescing from shadow into solidity, their forms gleaming with violet light, Bellion stepped forward, his massive form crackling with energy, his eyes fixed on Baran.
Beru hovered beside him, his insectoid form twitching with barely contained bloodlust.
Galatea appeared at Arthur's other side, her hair flowing, her expression was cold.
They bowed.
"Your orders, my King," Bellion said.
Arthur's eyes didn't leave Legia.
"Finish off Baran and aid Raven." His voice was flat. "It will be both fitting and insulting for both Baran and Sillad to die by your hands instead of my own."
Beru's smile was wide, sharp, predatory. "I will present you with their heads, my liege!"
Galatea's lips curved. "It will be my pleasure."
Baran, who had been watching from the distance, his wounds still regenerating, his eyes wide with shock.
"Bastard!" His voice carried across the battlefield. "You are really underestimating us! I will send all of your troops into nothingness!"
Bellion's voice was flat. "You are welcome to try."
Legia's voice was labored, his breathing ragged, his jaw already beginning to heal.
"Let us finish this," he said.
Arthur's eyes blazed violet.
"Let's."
He rose into the sky.
And Legia followed.
And the battle resumed, a clash of fists and fury in the sky, of brute strength and relentless determination. The Giant Monarch tried to block, to counter, to survive, but to his surprise, Arthur's strength was overwhelming his own.
Baran fought desperately.
His greatsword swung in wide arcs, its edge crackling with demonic lightning. Bellion moved through the attacks, with precise counters.
Beru attacked from the shadows, his claws appearing from nowhere, slicing at Baran's body, at his chest, at his throat.
"Hold still," Beru hissed, his voice a whisper of death."It will be over soon.."
Baran snarled. "I am a Monarch! I will not..."
Bellion's fist connected with his face.
"...fall to the likes of.."
Beru's claws carved a furrow across his chest.
"..YOU!"
Lightning erupted from Baran's mouth, a desperate blast that sent Bellion stumbling backward. But Beru was already behind him, his claws sinking into Baran's shoulder.
The Demon Monarch screamed.
Galatea however joined the battle against Sillad.
She descended from the sky, her form gleaming with violet light, her eyes fixed on Sillad. Her fist connected with the Frost Monarch's ice construct, shattering it, sending shards flying in every direction.
Sillad stumbled backward, his eyes wide. "One of his vermin?!"
Raven's smile was sharp. "Are you really that surprised?"
Galatea's voice was cold."My King sent me to aid you, Lady Raven." Her eyes found Sillad. "This one needs to die quickly."
Sillad's ice erupted, a wave of frozen death that rushed toward them both.
Raven's light met it and Galatea's fists shattered it.
And they pressed forward, driving the Frost Monarch back.
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Crimson lightning cracked across the clouds, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of blood-red light. The ground below was a graveyard of shattered ice and broken stone, of craters that glowed with residual energy, of the aftermath of a battle that had shaken the very foundations of the Dimensional Gap.
Arthur and Legia clashed one final time.
The Giant Monarch was a wreck, his armor shattered, his body covered in wounds that refused to heal, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. His fists now swung with the desperation of a cornered animal.
Arthur moved through his attacks like a shadow, dodging, weaving.His own shadow armor cracked, his helmet gone. Blood, his blood dripped from a cut above his eye, from the corner of his mouth.
Arthur's fists never stopped.
Punch after punch landed on Legia's body, on his chest, his arms, his face. The Giant Monarch tried to survive but Arthur was relentless.
"You are extremely strong, I'll give you that, possibly the strongest out of them all." Arthur said, his voice carrying across the sky. "But your strength is not nearly enough to kill me."
Legia's fist connected with Arthur's chest.
But Arthur didn't move as he met his eyes.
"Not enough."
His own fist connected with Legia's face.
The Giant Monarch's head snapped back. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His body tumbled through the sky, crashing into the ground below.
Arthur descended, landing beside him.
Legia struggled to rise.
Arthur's foot pressed down on his chest.
"Yield," Arthur said.
Legia's eyes blazed. "Never to you!"
Arthur's smile was cold.
"Good."
Legia roared and tried to throw one desperate fist toward Arthur's head but Arthur was faster.
His own fist drove into Legia's chest.
The impact was cataclysmic.
Arthur's arm pierced through Legia's armor, through his flesh, through his heart. Blood sprayed across the ground, pooling around them.
Legia's eyes went wide.
His hands, trembling closed around Arthur's arm. But there was no strength in them. No fight. Only the desperate, fading grip of a being who had finally realized that he was dying.
Arthur's glowing violet gaze met Legia's.
The Giant Monarch's lips parted. Blood poured from his mouth, staining his chin, his armor, the ground beneath him.
His voice was barely a whisper, a rasp of fading breath.
"Not... bad..."
His eyes, once burning with rage, began to dim.
"But if this is... the true extent of your power..." A smile, bloody and defiant crossed his face. "The dragon... will consume you."
His eyes went dim.
His body went still.
Arthur retracted his hand.
Legia's body remained on his back.
Arthur looked down at him.
At the Monarch who had fought with everything he had.
"We'll see about that," Arthur said quietly before he turned away.
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