The air cracked with tension as the clash began.
Lumberling surged forward, his boots digging into the earth as his aura flared. Across from him, the Lizardman High Priest raised his twin swords, curved blades inscribed with ancient sigils. Their eyes locked. Neither hesitated.
Steel met steel.
Clang!
The sound echoed like thunder as Lumberling's spear slammed into one of the twin blades. Sparks flew. The force of impact pushed both men back half a step.
Then they moved again.
A flurry of strikes followed, Lumberling thrusting, spinning, pivoting low with disciplined efficiency, while the High Priest answered with savage, fluid counters. His movements were wild yet precise, dancing on the edge of chaos. Each slash from the lizardman threatened to cleave armor and bone alike.
