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Matt watched as the hell warrior called his power to himself. He felt something strange emminating from his armor. It was... suffering. That's the only word to describe it. It was suffering, hopeless and pure.
Ameteur tactic. Does he really think that will affect me who draws his power from a being of infinite love and hope?
He saw him sink into the earth. The man moved swiftly, but Matt could sense the dark power of his armor. When the man emerged, he threw a devastating punch.
A bit slow, but the force is incredible.
The punch went with the force of a train into Matt's ribs, and then, straight threw. The after image faded away as Szanod attempted to recover his balance. Before he could, a ki blast of a brilliant white light landed on his back and send him biting the dust. Before Matt could attempt to fight again, he heard the deafening roar of a dragon.
Szanod stood and watched the dragon as well.
"This one is stronger than either of us Szanod. It may be best to delay this match for a moment."
Eldaire jumped from the limb and began to run back to the battle.
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