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 brute force coming from both sides created a burst of wind that rippled outward, stirring the dust and clothes of the advisors watching nearby.
Clink, clang, clang
Swoosh…
Qhah-el's eyes narrowed briefly when he noticed a slight distortion in the wind, followed by a familiar call.
"Kreeeeeee"
"Kreeeeeeeeee"
Bruno had returned.
He had been away for almost two days. However, Qhah-el didn't turn to him. He swung his pole-arm towards El-Pidio's neck instead, his attack swift and explosive.
Before his twin scythe blades reached, El-Pidio ducked, then lunged forward like a thunderclap, thrusting his metal rod-like weapon towards Qhah-el's bare chest.
Clang…
Qhah-el blocked it by twirling the edge of his pole-arm leftward, so El-Pidio retreated backwards with an open smile.
