He suddenly yanked Sparta closer and smashed his forehead hard into Sparta's nose bridge.
"My loyalty to Emperor Algor!"
Another headbutt shattered Sparta's nasal bone on impact.
"My loyalty to the Viltrumite Empire!"
With the third headbutt, both their frontal bones cracked at once, and blood mixed with rainwater streamed down their faces.
"Has never wavered!"
Staggering back from the three consecutive headbutts, Sparta's entire face was smeared with blood. The rain could not wash it away as fast as it poured out.
He could feel the strange contrast of warm liquid mingling with icy rainwater, like fire and ice at once.
Across from him, Thragg straightened with a gasp. The wound split across his forehead was deep enough to expose bone, yet those eyes still burned with furious flames as they fixed on Sparta.
"I can't be bothered explaining it to you!"
Sparta reached out with his right hand, grabbed the edge of his cape, tore it off his body, and flung it onto the muddy ground.
He shook his head, trying to clear away the hazy crimson veil before his eyes and the dizziness, then stepped toward Thragg one pace at a time.
Thragg gritted his teeth and stepped forward without the slightest fear.
As the distance between them steadily closed, both men roared at the same time and charged at each other with all their strength.
Mud splashed beneath their feet, and the curtain of rain was torn apart by two resolute figures.
There were no flashy techniques, no unnecessary words—only the most primitive, savage collision.
Sparta's blood- and mud-caked fist slammed into Thragg's cheekbone. The bone, already cracked, let out a groan of protest under the blow, and half of Thragg's face caved in.
At the same time, Thragg's heavy fist struck Sparta's chest with a