Sunstone sputtered out some blood from the strike, his body falling limp on the ground.
"Rrgh.."
"Nngrrhk.."
"You little.."
The markings on his face began to fade. Seems like his time was up.
"Ah, ffuck.."
And just like that, Sunstone.. or, Smolder, now, was out cold.
Seems like Shawn won.
On hiatus.
“Enough!” With what looked like a discharge of kinetic energy, clearing the dust from the air, the blow contained a little more force than it should’ve.
Speaking of blows, Shawn ended up taking that strike directly to his face. It seems they’ve traded blow that leveled eachother.
