THUD!
Upon the distinct thud of a severed limb landing on the ground, the nonstop exchange of fierce blows finally came to a halt as both figures leap back, a great distance between them. Deimos panted, catching up for air, eyes trying to see through Azazel's figure through the thick fog.
The figure who rose from the thick fog had a missing arm. Deimos narrowed his eyes as he watched the shadow grow its limbs back. The emperor's jaw tightened, his way of wincing as his muscle at the end of his severed leg clenched to stop its bleeding.
Taking Azazel's arm cost him his leg, but... Azazel grew his arm back while he couldn't. All he could do was to control his muscle to stop his bleeding.
Not good, he thought.
"I guess I am truly old." He finally realized that conserving even the tiniest energy was not smart. Although he had been giving his all, he still conserved a little energy so he wouldn't exhaust himself out.
