A brutal exchange between two mystics unfolded. No fancy display of magic, no finesse. Just raw, unfiltered brawler-style combat.
In tight quarters, Eric launched a straight punch, only for Hector to sidestep with fluid ease, answering with a counterstrike of his own. Eric met it with a sharp deflection, parrying with his right elbow. Without missing a beat, he lifted the same leg, driving it toward Hector's ribs.
"Not so fast!" Hector barked, smirking as though he had seen it all coming.
He caught Eric's raised leg mid-air with his left arm, halting it effortlessly. Then, with a firm yank, he dragged Eric forward, disrupting his footing completely. The momentum betrayed Eric, sending him tumbling off balance, an opportunity Hector didn't waste.
With a swift twist, Hector hurled him toward the nearest wall.
Eric's back collided with the unforgiving stone, rattling his bones. He crumpled to the floor, hands and knees absorbing what little impact he could.
Hector didn't wait.
