Metal and what seems to be wood, or not, clashes, creating sparks that comes of, burning the very air itself with its sheer heat, all from a single exchange between a night black sword and a simple spear, both wielded by men whose eyes were filled with such desire to triumph over the opponent in front of them for very different reason.
The younger one among them, a young man whose eyes seem to be filled with quite the anticipation, along with excitement for the future in front of him, the very same one wielding the eerie sword, having this burning intent to win as he wants nothing more than to ascend the tower higher, and higher, and this middle-aged, towering man is the sole person blocking his path to the next floor.
Not to mention that, just the thought alone of surpassing the person who became his master, his teacher, albeit for a very short time only, forces him to give more than just his best to win this fight.
