Rusak's form shifted slightly, his mind sharpening. His muscles tensed, his eyes glowed faintly, and his claws flexed. He had taken Lance's advice in full, he wasn't planning on holding back.
Lance simply exhaled, rolling his neck. His body had changed, strengthened beyond recognition, but there was still something thrilling about facing an old friend in combat.
The air between them grew heavy with tension as they engaged in a silent stare-down for a moment.
Then, without a word—
They moved.
The moment they clashed, the force of it sending shockwaves over the plains, Rusak's eyes burned with battle lust. His beastkin instincts roared to life as he twisted midair, launching a powerful kick toward Lance's ribs.
Instead of attempting to dodge, Lance didn't move.
