Without a word, the battle erupted. The Sea King moved first, gliding across the wet stone with unnatural speed. He swung his massive blue greatsword in a wide, sweeping arc, unleashing a crescent wave of high-pressure seawater directly at his opponent. The Green Reaper reacted instantly. He unslung the massive scythe from his back and spun it with brutal efficiency, slicing right through the pressurized wave, parting the torrent around him. Using the momentum, he lunged forward, bringing the heavy blade of the scythe down in a crushing overhead strike. CLANG! The Sea King brought his greatsword up just in time to block the blow. Sparks of green energy and dark mist exploded from the point of contact. The sheer force of the Reaper's attack cracked the stone beneath their feet, but the Sea King didn't flinch. With a flash from his visor, he channeled the blue fire from his hand straight down the blade of his sword, forcing the Green Reaper to leap backward to avoid being scorched by the mystical flames. Realizing close-range combat against the greatsword was a dangerous game, the Green Reaper switched tactics. He threw his scythe into the ground and grabbed the golden trident from his back. With a powerful thrust, he launched three consecutive piercing strikes, each trailing a dark, shadowy aura. The Sea King rolled to the side, dodging the first two thrusts, and used his dual katanas—drawn rapidly from his back—to parry the third. But the Green Reaper wasn't done. He slammed his Wither-headed staff into the ground. A wave of decaying, dark energy rippled outward, threatening to drain the life force from anything it touched. "The ocean obeys only one ruler," the Sea King's visor flickered as he roared. Instead of retreating, the Sea King unleashed the full power of his blue flames, slamming his fist into the oncoming decay. The mystical fire clashed violently with the Wither energy, creating a blinding explosion of steam and dark particles that obscured the entire battlefield. Realizing close-range combat against the greatsword was a dangerous game, the Green Reaper switched tactics. He threw his scythe into the ground and grabbed the golden trident from his back. With a powerful thrust, he launched three consecutive piercing strikes, each trailing a dark, shadowy aura. The Sea King rolled to the side, dodging the first two thrusts, and used his dual katanas—drawn rapidly from his back—to parry the third. But the Green Reaper wasn't done. He slammed his Wither-headed staff into the ground. A wave of decaying, dark energy rippled outward, threatening to drain the life force from anything it touched. "The ocean obeys only one ruler," the Sea King's visor flickered as he roared. Instead of retreating, the Sea King unleashed the full power of his blue flames, slamming his fist into the oncoming decay. The mystical fire clashed violently with the Wither energy, creating a blinding explosion of steam and dark particles that obscured the entire battlefield. Through the thick mist, a sudden flash of red eyes signaled the Reaper's final push. He blurred through the smoke, swinging his trident with pinpoint accuracy toward the Sea King's chest. But the Sea King's glowing green star-eyes allowed him to track the movement perfectly. He dropped his katanas, gripping his greatsword with both hands, and spun into a powerful counter-slash. The golden prongs of the trident locked hard against the jagged edges of the cyan greatsword. For a tense second, neither warrior gave an inch—the Wither staff pulsed angrily on the ground nearby while the Sea King’s blue flames flared to life, illuminating the entire rocky coast in a brilliant, eerie glow. Recognizing each other's immense power, both fighters pushed back simultaneously, leaping into defensive stances as the storm raged on, ready for whatever came next.
Continued: The Green Reaper tore his trident free from the lock, the golden prongs whistling through the damp air as he spun the weapon into a low, sweeping strike aimed at the Sea King’s legs. Predicting the low trajectory, the Sea King drove the tip of his cyan greatsword hard into the obsidian rock, using the hilt to vault himself completely over the sweeping blow. Mid-air, his star-like eyes locked onto his target. He channeled the remaining energy of his blue ethereal flames into his downward descent, dropping like a meteor toward the stone floor. BOOM. The Sea King slammed his boots into the ground, unleashing a massive shockwave of crushing water pressure and blue fire. The concussive blast caught the Green Reaper head-on, shattering his stance and sending his trident clattering across the wet rock. The Reaper skidded backward across the arena, his gas mask hissing violently as he struggled to maintain his footing. Sensing the decisive moment, the Sea King lunged through the dissipating steam, his cyan greatsword held high, aiming a final, heavy strike downward. But the Green Reaper had one last trick. As he stumbled back, he didn't reach for his trident. Instead, he grabbed the staff capped with the pixelated Wither skeleton head and slammed it directly into the path of the falling blade. The greatsword struck the Wither staff. Rather than a metallic clash, the dark, decaying energy of the skull surged violently up the cyan blade like a swarm of black static. The sudden burst of wither corruption disrupted the Sea King's elemental power, causing the blue flames on his greatsword to sputter and die. With the Sea King's weapon temporarily neutralized and his stance overextended from the downward swing, the Green Reaper seized the opening. He pulled his massive teal scythe from his back with his free hand and executed a swift, precise horizontal sweep. The blunt back of the heavy scythe blade caught the Sea King squarely in the chest. The impact shattered the Sea King's barrier of pressurized water, sending him flying across the rocky arena. He crashed hard against the obsidian crags, his cyan greatsword slipping from his grip and clattering into the churning tide below. The Sea King tried to rise, but the lingering wither energy from the staff weighed heavily on his limbs, temporarily draining his strength. His futuristic visor flickered rapidly before turning dim, signaling that his power reserves were depleted. The Green Reaper stood over the battlefield, breathing heavily through his gas mask. He lowered his scythe and planted the shaft firmly into the stone beside his Wither staff. The storm above began to clear, casting a pale light over the coastal rocks as the Green Reaper claimed his victory, leaving his opponent defeated but respected on the shattered shore.
