"Yang!" Chris called, his voice thundering. He marched forward, slicing through the atmosphere and dissolving the dust that blocked the sunlight from shining forth.
*His power is incredible, but in this kind of battle, experience surpasses raw power.* Yang thought as he advanced.
"Only cowards dey send children to an adult war," Chris said, pointing his blade at Yang’s face. [Only cowards sends children to an adult war] He began taking fast steps — from a brisk walk to a jog, then he dashed forward like a shooting star.
"A weakling like you has no right to call me a coward!" Yang raced forward, veins pulsing across his forehead. A golden blade materialized in his right palm.
"Yang!" Chris roared, raising his blade high.
"Chris!" Yang gripped his blade firmly.
Zam! Bam!
They clashed,
