Gorath's leg tensed. The ground beneath him cracked as he blasted forward with insane momentum, his right knee screaming toward Malakai's face.
But before it could land, Malakai's body jerked to the side, evading the attack.
Goralth didn't miss a beat. He skidded across the ground, killing his momentum before launching back in with a sweeping kick aimed at Malakai's lower torso.
But again, Malakai shifted back just as quickly, evading the strike.
He roared. "Stop slipping away, you damned roach!"
Goralth erased the distance between them, arms flying to his chest before his fists blurred forward, unleashing multiple crushing punches at once.
But no matter how fast or how brutal, Malakai's legs moved rapidly, his body shifting with him.
Goralth's blows tore through the air in blurs, missing Malakai by mere inches.
His balance was perfect. His technique, elite. All those years of moving through the balance course back at his makeshift training course were now showing.
