The clash between Svarog, Oya, and Machi intensified within the fiery confines of the Iron Colosseum. Blow after blow was exchanged, but to their dismay, Svarog seemed impervious to their attacks. His mighty form withstood their combined efforts, and frustration gnawed at Oya and Machi.
As the ferocious battle continued, the pace gradually slowed, allowing a brief moment for Svarog to question Oya's motives. "Why are you fighting alongside them, Oya?" Svarog asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. Oya's response was surprisingly nonchalant. "I don't really care. Just going with the flow," he replied, his words laced with a carefree attitude.
Svarog chuckled at Oya's dismissive reply, but his laughter abruptly ceased as he turned his attention to Machi. "And how did you even end up here? You were supposed to be confined to the bottom floor," Svarog questioned, his tone filled with genuine confusion. Machi, undeterred by Svarog's words, responded with a determined resolve. "Less chat, more work," he retorted before leaping towards Svarog with two small smoke swords in hand, aiming to cut through the seemingly invincible opponent.
However, Svarog effortlessly blocked Machi's assault, his defenses holding strong against the onslaught of smoke blades. The frustration mounted within Machi, but he refused to back down. Svarog, amused by Machi's futile attempts, decided to teach him a lesson.
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Summoning his fiery powers, Svarog formed a massive magma fist that descended upon Machi with devastating force, sending him crashing to the ground. Pain coursed through Machi's body as the blows rained upon him. But amidst the relentless assault, Machi couldn't help but let out a laughter that echoed through the arena.
Svarog, momentarily taken aback by Machi's laughter, paused his attack. Confusion etched across his face as he questioned the source of Machi's amusement. Machi's laughter continued, a veil of mystery surrounding him until he revealed his trump card.
"I left a smoke screen around us," Machi revealed, his voice filled with triumph. The realization dawned on Svarog too late as Oya seized the opportunity. The smoke screen, carefully orchestrated by Machi, provided the perfect cover for Oya to unleash a devastating attack.
With a wicked grin, Oya channeled his power, combining thunder and smoke into a single devastating technique. "Thunder Smoke!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the Colosseum.
A brilliant explosion of electricity and smoke engulfed both Svarog and Machi, their figures obscured within the chaotic maelstrom. The combined power of thunder and smoke surged forward, threatening to bring down even the mighty Svarog.
In that moment, the arena trembled with the ferocity of the unleashed attack, the clash between titans reaching its pinnacle. The outcome of their battle hung in the balance, as the thunder roared and the smoke billowed, waiting to reveal its aftermath.