Clang! Clang!
Steel clashed against steel, heavy parries striking sparks like match heads. It was truly a sight to behold as Arthur clashed blades with Bruce.
The two's swords met once more, dominant shoulders driving against each other for leverage, their faces taut with both fatigue and exhilaration.
It hadn't even been a minute, yet they had already exchanged over a hundred blows.
The sounds of the duel carried so far that even Rachel, who was on the lower floor, paused what she was doing to listen, and the townsfolk turned their heads.
Bruce, now facing the entrance to the rooftop, shoved Arthur back from their deadlock, then used his leg to hurl him through the wall.
Arthur twisted mid-fall as he plummeted toward the cold, hard ground below.
Rachel, sensing this, dashed out of the VIP room where Ellie and Cassie were and bolted to the ground floor.
