Nemesis enduring the hits and striking back with a swing of his own was unexpected. Despite his weapon being the size of an ordinary blade, Lord Drakkon felt the brunt of the blow as the strength of a god enhanced his strike. He flew through a column which shattered the instant his back collided with it, only for it to reform once he cleared through it as it was made entirely of clouds.

“Stand down,” said Nemesis. His voice gargled as his vocal cords spoke in a language they were unaccustomed to. “If you surrender now, the gods may yet show mercy.”

“Silence foul beast,” said Drakkon. He jumped to his feet and resumed his battle stance.

- LetterSequence Round 1