The next day, at the border…
Gold and silver hair danced swiftly with the wind as the glow of the setting sun tinted the heavy metals clashing and resounding on the training grounds.
Clang…
Sparks flew as the brute force coming from both sides created a burst of wind that rippled out stirring the dust and clothes of the advisers watching nearby.
Clash, clang, clang
Sweat dripped on bare chests as swift movements combined with raw strength continued to clash under the glow of the waning sun.
Whoosh…
Qhah-el's eyes narrowed briefly upon noticing that slight distortion in the wind followed by a familiar call.
"Kreeee"
Knowing Bruno had arrived, Qhah-el swung his pole arm towards El-pidio's neck, continuing the spar, but before his twin scythe-blades reached, El-Pidio ducked, then exploded forward, thrusting his metal rod like weapon towards Qhah-el's chest.
Clang… vrrr
