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.
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.
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 glance at him. He swung his polearm towards El-Pidio's neck instead, his attack swift and explosive.
