After that, they continued to fight for two consecutive days. Though, calling it a "fight" might be giving it too much credit.
In reality, it was more like one person constantly beating down the other, while the second did his best just to push back and hold his ground whenever he could.
That would probably be a more accurate way to describe what was happening.
"It's getting boring now," Dark Ash said, his voice calm and flat, as he looked at Ash who was kneeling some distance away from him.
One of Ash's legs was missing completely, and in its place was a shattered limb, broken like fragile glass.
His right eye, which had cracked like a mirror struck by a heavy ball, was slowly starting to regenerate, the pieces pulling back together as his soul tried to heal the damage.
The soul essence is almost used up…
