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The fight continued as it became a blur of movement and sound. Volk didn't know why the system appeared and disappeared once again.

It was only brief but he knew it was the system still.

With the help of the system!

His system!

Volk swung his massive fist, aiming for Geisler's head.

The Baron ducked, his shield coming up to block the follow-up punch.

CLANG!

The force sent Geisler sliding back, but he dug his heels into the ground, refusing to fall.

"Not bad," Volk growled, smirking despite himself. "But let's see how you handle this!"

He slammed his gauntlet into the ground.

BOOM!

The earth cracked and shifted, chunks of rock flying toward Geisler.

The Baron leapt into the air, landing gracefully and rolling forward to close the distance.

"Your tricks won't save you, Ogre!" Geisler roared, his sword glowing with a faint, golden light.

Volk dodged, sidestepped, and parried, his movements fluid despite his size. But no matter how hard he struck, Geisler met him blow for blow.

Volk launched a boulder-sized punch. Geisler deflected it with his shield, the impact ringing out like a gong.

BAM!

He retaliated with a spinning slash, his sword narrowly missing Volk's torso.

"Why won't you just die?!" Volk roared, his frustration boiling over.

"Because I have a purpose!" Geisler shouted back. His voice was steady, unwavering. "Unlike you, who lives only to destroy!"

The fight raged on, each exchange more brutal than the last.

Volk grabbed a massive rock and hurled it at Geisler.

The Baron raised his shield, the rock shattering into a cloud of debris.

CRASH! Before Volk could follow up, Geisler darted forward, his sword flashing in a deadly arc.

SLASH!

The blade glanced off Volk's shoulder, drawing blood.

Volk snarled, more out of surprise than pain. "You actually hurt me," he muttered, his eyes narrowing.

"And I'll do it again," Geisler replied coldly, his sword steady.

For every move Volk made, Geisler had an answer.

Volk charged, swinging his gauntlet in a wide arc.

Geisler ducked low, slamming his shield into Volk's knee.

WHAM!

The blow forced Volk to stagger, and Geisler capitalized, delivering a swift slash to Volk's side.

The fight wasn't just physical; it was a battle of wills.

Volk's raw power clashed against Geisler's discipline and technique, the two combatants locked in a deadly dance.

The battlefield bore the scars of their struggle-craters, shattered rocks, and bloodstains marked the ground.

Volk grinned, wiping blood from his lip. "You're tough, old man," he admitted.

"But you're just delaying the inevitable."

Geisler smirked angrily, his shield raised. "We'll see who breaks first."

And with that, they clashed again, the air ringing with the sound of their battle.

Volk's laughter erupted, loud and mocking, echoing across the battlefield like a battle drum.

He lunged forward, his massive gauntlet gleaming under the broken sky.

His blows rained down like meteors, each strike forcing Baron Geisler to raise his shield in desperate defense.

The ground trembled with every collision, sending smaller rocks skittering in every direction.

"You and your precious son deserved to die!" Volk roared, his voice carrying a dark, guttural tone that seemed to vibrate through the air. He swung a massive fist, the gauntlet glowing faintly with energy.

Geisler raised his shield, bracing himself. BOOM! The impact threw him back several feet, but the Baron dug his heels into the dirt and steadied himself. His shield was dented, the emblem of his family marred, but his grip on it was firm.

"You dare speak of deserving?" Geisler spat, his voice laced with fury. He straightened, his sword poised. "My son was a noble, a protector of the realm! What are you? A filthy, murderous beast who crawls out of the dirt to bring ruin!"

Volk grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "A protector?" He barked a laugh, the sound dripping with derision. "You call killing your own people for sport protection? Your knights raid villages, slaughter families, and burn homes, all for your twisted entertainment. Why can't I enjoy killing you the same way you enjoy hunting them?"

Geisler's face twisted in disdain. "Don't you dare compare those savage, mindless barbarians to the noble men of this kingdom!" he snarled, stepping forward with his blade raised.

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The Baron's words were venomous, each one spat with vitriolic precision.

"Your people are nothing but the same like us beasts!" Geisler roared, his shield raised high. "You pillage, you destroy, and you infest the land with your filth. You don't build. You don't create. You only take!"

He swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing Volk to step back. CLANG! The blade met the gauntlet, sparks flying.

"Barbarians! Vermin!" Geisler continued, his voice growing louder with each syllable. "All of them live in mud and call it a home. They smear dirt on their faces and call it war paint. They are nothing more than animals pretending to be men!"

Volk's smirk faltered. For a brief moment, his eyes darkened, his jaw tightening.

The fight escalated, blows exchanged like a relentless storm.

Volk growled, his patience thinning. He struck the ground with his gauntlet, sending a shockwave rippling toward Geisler.

BOOM!

The Baron leapt into the air, avoiding the brunt of the blast.

"You talk too much," Volk sneered, throwing a massive punch.

Geisler ducked under it, his sword flashing in retaliation. SLASH! The blade glanced off Volk's side, drawing a thin line of blood.

"And you think too little," Geisler retorted, his tone icy.

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Volk laughed again, the sound harsh and wild.

"You call them animals, yet you humans are the ones who act like predators. Those people, those human tribes—they fought to survive. You hunt them for sport, for glory. What's more savage than that?"

"Survival?" Geisler spat, sidestepping another swing of the gauntlet. He slammed his shield into Volk's chest, forcing the Orc to stumble.

"Survival is what cowards and beasts use as an excuse for their crimes! Those two and their kind are too weak to rise above your base instincts, too foolish to understand true honor or civilization!"

Volk's grin returned, sharper than ever.

"Honor? Civilization?"

He raised his fist high, bringing it down with all his might. CRASH! The ground beneath them cracked and shifted.

"What's honorable about sending knights to slaughter unarmed villagers? What's civilized about gutting a mother in front of her child? I'm sure there is nothing to deny my accusations!"

Geisler's expression twisted further in rage. "They are nothing! They are pests who infest the fringes of the kingdom. Their lives are worth less than the dirt beneath your feet!"

Volk snarled, his fist flying toward Geisler's head.

The Baron brought his shield up just in time.

BANG!

The force of the blow sent him skidding back, but he didn't fall.

"Say that again," Volk growled, his voice low, amused and dangerous.

"They. Are. Nothing," Geisler hissed, his eyes burning with hatred.

The battle surged into chaos, the tension thick enough to choke the air.

Volk's blows came faster and harder, each one a thunderclap that shook the battlefield.

BOOM! CRACK! THUD!

Geisler matched him step for step, his shield absorbing the relentless attacks while his sword sought openings in Volk's defenses.

The knights watched in stunned silence, too afraid to intervene.

Volk's breathing grew heavier, his muscles burning with exertion. But he couldn't stop. Not now.

Geisler's face was flushed, sweat dripping down his temples. But his resolve was unshaken. "You can't win," he said, his voice steady. "You're just a brute, swinging blindly in the dark."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Volk grinned, his gauntlet glowing faintly. "Maybe. But I'm a brute with a mission."

Suddenly, Volk faltered. His vision flickered, and a faint glow appeared before him.

A system screen materialized, its edges shimmering with light.

Ding!

| Absorb? |

The single word floated in the air, its meaning clear but its implications unknown.

Volk's eyes narrowed. He had no idea what this was—or why it was appearing now.

"What the hell…?" he muttered under his breath, his fists still clenched.

Geisler saw the flicker of hesitation and prepared to strike again.

The battle wasn't over, but he somehow felt that something had changed.

Something neither of them could yet understand.