Lance and Uriel's battle against Victor raged on, each engagement pushing them closer to their limits. They moved with the precision of seasoned warriors, but Victor's strength and agility proved to be more than they could handle. Each time they charged, they were met with devastating blows. With every strike, they received painful reminders of their vulnerability—bruises blooming across their bodies, cuts marking their faces, hands, and legs.

Victor, his movements fluid and almost lazy, seemed to dance around them. He fought with a single hand, his other arm remaining relaxed at his side. His legs carried him effortlessly, dodging and countering with a grace that belied his power. "Is this really all you’ve got?" Victor taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I expected more from the infamous Lance and his companion."

The frustration gnawed at Lance and Uriel, but they refused to back down. Each time they fell, they got back up, their resolve unbroken. Bloodied and battered, they continued to press forward, driven by an unyielding determination. But with every blow they received, their strength waned, their bodies growing weaker.

"We can't keep this up," Uriel panted, his shield raised in a defensive stance. "He's toying with us."

Lance, his breath coming in ragged gasps, knew Uriel was right. They needed to do something drastic, something that would turn the tide of the battle. "Uriel," he said, his voice steady despite the pain. "We need to combine our strength. An all-or-nothing blow."

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Uriel's eyes widened in understanding. He nodded, his resolve firming. "Let's do it."

For the first time, Lance and Uriel combined their strengths, synchronizing their movements into a single, devastating attack. Uriel charged forward, his shield held high as he ran at full speed, his sword poised for a strike. Lance leaped into the air, his body twisting with the precision and power of a seasoned fighter.

At full speed, Lance's feet aimed for Victor's head while Uriel's sword and shield created a formidable barrier of offense and defense. They collided with Victor in a massive blast, the impact sending shockwaves through the air and covering everything in a thick cloud of smoke and debris.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent, the smoke obscuring the outcome of their attack. Lance and Uriel held their breath, hoping against hope that they had finally managed to land a decisive blow.

But as the smoke cleared, their hearts sank. Emerging from the haze was a horrifying sight—a massive black centipede-like face protruding from behind Victor's back. Its mandibles clicked menacingly as it devoured the energy of their combined attack.

Victor's voice rang out, his tone filled with cruel satisfaction. "Special Move: King of Devourers."

With a chilling efficiency, the centipede-like appendage deflected the massive damage back at Lance and Uriel. The force of the counterattack sent them hurtling through the air, their bodies slamming into the ground with bone-crushing impact. They lay there, broken and bleeding, their energy completely drained.

Victor stood over them, unscathed and triumphant, his malevolent presence casting a shadow over their fallen forms. The sight of their defeated bodies was a stark reminder of the overwhelming power they faced.