The Flame Giant Surter's eyes, like red jade, reflected the figure across from him—a mature woman clad in an outfit similar to a suit, with hair dark as ink cascading to peach-like pert buttocks, her single hand wielding a life-reaping scythe.
From a human perspective, she was indeed a beautiful woman, but he noticed the threat of the Goddess of Death.
His flames blazed even hotter across his body, and the Flame Giant Surter violently threw a punch that inverted the causal realm, intended to strike the Goddess of Death first.
Scorching Ash Fire carved a splendid trajectory through the void.
The Goddess of Death also swung her scythe, which brought death as the end, chopping directly toward the oncoming fist.
Both sides launched strikes that were almost guaranteed to hit and be fatal; had their guaranteed hit effects not canceled each other out, other factors beyond certainty would have to be considered.
