They stood across from each other, the mist swirling, the wind shoving against their bodies. Two men. Two rivals. Both standing like cowboys in a showdown.
This battle was going to be legendary. Historic. Eternal. And by eternal, that meant only two people would ever know it happened… with only one walking away.
Finn stretched his fingers, cracking the knuckles. Ready to trip Ardin. Ready to put this douchebag in his place once and for all. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
Ardin smirked, sword gleaming in his hand. "It looks like we meet again! What a coincidence, don't you think?"
Finn glanced around at the mist and collapsing wood. "Yeah. Real random. Totally not scripted at all."
Ardin spread his arms, cape flaring with the wind. "And this time, nobody will be getting in the way of justice. The rightful justice that has been waiting for you."
