Their only light was the full moon, casting an eerie glow across the plains. The stars dazzled brilliantly, further illuminating the night sky. The chill autumn wind cut through the air, biting at the faces of the two warriors only ten paces apart. One stood facing the east, adorned in brilliant armor made from the scales of dragons, his helmet carrying the very visage of the beasts he hunted. On his back was a massive sword the size of a full grown man that glittered a pale blue in the moonlight. Hanging from his belt was a bastard sword, the pommel made from the fang of a red dragon he felled some time ago. Facing the west stood an Elven warrior, wearing a simple chain mail armor that glowed a faint light. He wore a longsword on his right, and a short sword on his left, his head bore only a white headband, his eyes focused on his adversary with a cold stare.
The wind once again blew between the warriors, leaves from an autumn tree fluttered around them. Neither warrior moved, both stood unflinching, the biting cold, their stone cold gazes fixed upon each other. There was a visible energy flowing between the warriors, causing a stillness in the air that silenced all around them. Even the wind seemed to die out, the powerful will of the two men stopping even nature herself.
In tandem, both drew their weapons. The dragon warrior unsheathing his massive blade, and the Elf swordsman drawing his two blades. Neither took a step forward or back, both just stood in their battle stances. Both men closed their eyes, playing out the battle between them in their minds.
“I am a Dragon Samurai. I have the plane touched blood of Elven royalty. I have fought countless dragons and fiendish beasts in my time. I can not lose this fight. The lives of entire cities depend on my protection, this foe stands in my way to keeping their lives safe, I will not lose.”
“I have trained in the art of swordsmanship my whole life. This man is the best in the world, I am here to show I have surpassed him. My whole life of training, all those years being ridiculed for being of Elven blood, now comes to this moment. This is my destiny to win this fight, I will not lose.”
Both warriors opened their eyes, neither submitting to the willpower of the other. Both took a small step forward, then, a flash. Both warriors stood where the other once was, their weapons forward from their attacks against each other. They held their poses for what seemed to be eons. Then, both slowly turned around to face each other once again. Weapons raised, they charged each other, blades clashing against each other, some glancing armor, no blows hitting home. The battle raged on, the two warriors clashed like mighty gods, their blows rocking the earth with each strike. The both charged in again, then, another flash;
“I have won.”
“I…..have……failed.”
The warrior dropped to his knees, blood flowing freely from the fatal gash across his stomach. The other slowly turned to face his dying opponent, gave a quiet salute, and slowly continued on his way, to continue his journey.
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