Vanguard
Their blades clashed truly, sending sparks and bolts of lightning shooting all over, deforming the ground and tearing the skies apart in their struggle. His might was meager compared to hers under normal circumstances, as was his whole being surely. However, he fought with ardor, using his very soul to push himself to greater heights. His blow was a true slash of legends, as was hers, thus there could be no decisive victory between the two equal forces.
"Kh!"
In that case, it all came down to nature and affinity. Without grounding, Vanguard was launched like a cannonball straight into the other side of the arena, crashing into a wall and generating a gigantic cloud of dust. Of course, it wouldn't be so simple. Her body was a mighty castle, a mere needle could not break her. However, a needle could kill those who resided within, leaving the castle ripe for the taking.
"You are mistaken. I never said I hated you. The ones I truly hate are those wretched Gods above, and the twisted world they created. Even so, I need you, even if it means taking you by force." A cold, metallic voice suddenly called out from the vast cloud. A droning monotone devoid of any compassion, love, or joy.
But as his silhouette stepped forth and became visible, there was no mistaking the very real fury sparkling in his eyes as lightning, a wrath frigid as the fabled Niflheim.
"Come."