Crow vs. Solarius
Crow's shadow wings unfurled like broken wings of an angel fallen. Black tendrils lashed outward, seeking to choke the light itself.
Crow: "You still believe in hope? Pathetic."
Solarius stood firm; light cascaded from him like dawn breaking through a storm. His radiant blade shimmered, cutting through raindrops and darkness alike.
Solarius: "It isn't naive. It's necessary."
Crow surged forward—speed folded by shadows, reaching Solarius in the blink of an eye. He struck, claws of pure darkness raking across Solarius's chest.
Light erupted in response, pushing Crow back.
Solarius retaliated, his blade igniting with celestial fire:
SWISH!
He scored a golden slash across Crow's arm; shadow ink spattered to the ground.
Crow howled a twisted, broken sound and charged again. His shadow frame expanded, grabbing at the rain-laden air.
