The two stood at opposite ends of the ruins, staring each other down before launching their final charge.
A hundred meters... fifty meters... twenty meters...
The distance between them shrank at a visible rate. When less than ten meters remained, they leaped at the same time. Two afterimages raised their right fists and smashed them together in midair.
Their fists pressed tightly against each other in a deadlocked struggle. They hovered in the air as the falling raindrops around them were blasted away, forming a circular ripple of vacuum.
"For the Emperor!!!"
Thragg let out a roar that pierced the heavens.
In less than five minutes, countless new wounds had appeared across both their bodies.
This battle to the death finally came to an end when Sparta drove his Knife Hand into Thragg's chest and destroyed his beating heart.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Sparta's Knife Hand remained lodged inside Thragg's chest as blood ran down his arm and dripped to the ground.
Thragg stood motionless, his eyes wide with disbelief and unwillingness.
Then, in the next second.
A savage grin suddenly spread across Thragg's face. His right hand became a Knife Hand, and he slashed across Sparta's waist, cutting straight through the already gaping wound there and severing him in two.
Sparta's spine broke with a shattering crack. His upper body slowly fell backward, smashing into the pooled water on the ground and sending it splashing everywhere.
His upper body lay in the puddle while his lower body remained standing where it was.
Sparta lay in the puddle as cold rain washed over his face. He could see his severed waist, his intestines mingled with mud.
He felt no pain, only a long, draining sense of exhaustion.
Thragg raised his head toward the sky and spoke his