"Proud?" Abaddon scoffed, the laugh forced out from deep in his throat.
He tightened his grip on the Warhammer again and rotated the Power Klaw's Talon Blades straight forward, a fine hiss of hydraulics rising from his armor's joints.
He had already lowered his body again, shifting his weight forward. Far from showing any sign of retreat, Abaddon was preparing another lunge.
He stared into Omega's eyes and said, "I don't need a traitor's praise."
With that, Abaddon charged at Omega again.
His attack came without warning, the friction between his soles and the deck producing a piercing screech.
The Warhammer swept through a vast arc above his head, its disruption field roaring along the edges of the hammerhead like an enraged beast opening its jaws.
Omega raised his Power Spear and answered Abaddon's charge with a thrust. The spearpoint collided with the hammerhead in midair, and the contact between their two force fields erupted in a blinding flash of white light and a metallic shriek. The shock wave hurled the debris scattered across the Bridge floor into the air once more.
Sparks flew everywhere, and scorching metal fragments struck their armor like embers spat from a furnace.
The two fought across the Bridge.
Abaddon's Warhammer delivered a relentless succession of heavy, rapid blows. Every strike left dents and cracks in the deck or walls, while his Power Klaw darted between them like a viper's fangs, constantly searching for an opening in Omega's defenses.
Omega's spear twisted in his hands like a sinuous dragon, its shaft blocking hammer blows and its blade thrusting back. Every counterattack exerted pressure with precision down to the millimeter.
They moved so fast that they were almost nothing more than two battling blurs.
The Bridge lights flickered with each clash of their weapons. Shattered screens